Qian never thought that one day she would walk side by side with Yu Minglang on campus, and it actually felt okay, not uncomfortable at all.
"Your school's greenery is quite nice."
Yu Minglang was obviously just making small talk.
Qian followed his gaze. On the road leading from the girls' dormitory to the teaching building, clusters of photinia were lush and green. Although it wasn't the blooming season, the greenery still looked quite pleasing.
These were often a target for complaints in the previous campus life. If he were here during the blooming season, smelling that distinctive scent, she wondered if he would still say the same things.
But with Yu Erha's knack for not distinguishing between carnations and roses, using the photinia that smells like natural man-milk as a conversation starter wasn't surprising.
Qian was lost in her own thoughts, amusing herself, while Yu Minglang looked at her lively eyes and felt a ticklish sensation inside.
