Why is your sunrise coming from the north?
Zhou Youwei's lips twitched, but the image of Lin Li, which had already faded a bit in his mind, instantly became vivid again.
"...That's also fine." Zhou Youwei, after all, had passed the age of confessions and couldn't bring himself to express his feelings, so he just nodded sternly.
Lin Li didn't mind and started making sesame filling for tangyuan with Zhang Fang.
A few dozen minutes later, Zeng Ziang, a familiar face in the neighborhood who barely matched their age, arrived at the activity room with his mother.
From Zeng Ziang's sleepy eyes, it was clear he came reluctantly again.
After scanning the room, Zeng Ziang naturally abandoned his mom to find Lin Li.
"Brother Ziang, didn't get enough sleep, did you?" Lin Li laughed as he got closer.
