In July, the day is surprisingly hot, roadside flower beds in the flowers and plants are sunburnt, listless and low hanging head. Only the tall camphor tree is still lush, green shoots, emerald new leaves, dark green old leaves, from a distance, the color deep and light, distinct, like a watercolor painting.

Du Xiaoxian leaned against the window and looked extremely far away, with a hint of a delicate smile on her face. She had just gotten off the phone with Gu Nianbin, who was at the ...