Since Mr. Zhang said so, An Ran nodded, "Okay."
When she walked downstairs with Yu Geng, it started to drizzle outside.
Opening the umbrella, Yu Geng shielded An Ran from the rain, smiling as he said, "Let's go."
The two of them walked under a shared umbrella through their old school, and it felt somewhat romantic.
"That's our class." Yu Geng pointed to the class on the leftmost side of the fifth floor of the teaching building and smiled, "Back then, as soon as class was over, you'd head to the school's mini-market with Xia to buy stuff, often just making it back to the classroom when it started."
An Ran cleared her throat slightly, "How do you even remember that..."
"Because the memories are deep." Yu Geng put one hand in his pocket, holding the umbrella with the other, standing a head taller than An Ran, "I remember everything about you quite deeply."
An Ran lowered her head, not knowing how to respond.
