The wind was picking up on the grass next to the chrysanthemum bushes, and many people were already flying there with paper kites.

Jiang Yingxue looked at the paper kite in her hand and raised her lips. It had been many years since she had played with such a childish toy.

"Cousin Yiqin, you hold the kite behind and I'll run in front."

"Okay." Hu Yiqin raised the kite high from behind.

Jiang Yingxue took a deep breath and started running happily on the ...