"Nianhua, you know that saying, 'one day apart feels like three autumns'—if we don't see each other for an entire summer break, how many autumns would that be!"
For some reason, Xu Nianhua could hear a note of grievance in Pei Yicheng's words.
"Two months will fly by in no time," Xu Nianhua said as she counted on her fingers. "Look, we're at the same school right now, but we sometimes go half a month without seeing each other. At most, we meet twice a month, not that often."
"Nobody counts it like you do."
Pei Yicheng looked at her outstretched fingers, reached out to catch her hand, then raised his hand to gently tap her nose and said, "You little heartless thing!"
"Forget it, I was going to give you a thank-you gift, but since you're calling me heartless, I'll just forget it."
