A few days before the start of school, she accompanied Lin Lishan to send some items to Sheng Chen, and they ran into Wen Tian, who had just come out of the bookstore.
That day, the weather was fine, and the morning sunlight filtered through the sparse branches on the sidewalk, casting mottled shadows over Wen Tian.
The reserved young man wore a light-colored coat and a scarf, pushed up his glasses on the bridge of his nose, his eyes soft and gentle, looking down at a book he held.
She and Lin Lishan walked over, gently tapped his shoulder: "Wen Tian."
Wen Tian looked up, a hint of surprise upon seeing Fu Ying: "Huh? Why are you guys here?"
Close by was their graduated high school—this street was lined with stationery stores and bookstores, as well as snack shops and parcel services for the convenience of students.
All in all, it had everything necessary, all for the ease of boarding students.
"I came to buy some things, and also sent Shen Chen a couple of new clothes."
