Out of sight, out of mind. Once you can't see it, it won't feel as painful anymore.
Pei Yang had just walked out of the living room when the cold wind hit him head-on.
It hadn't been long, yet the sky had turned even gloomier, and the wind became even more biting.
Standing outside, even the howling of the wind seemed louder.
Pei Yang looked up and could see the distant trees, their branches trembling fiercely in the wind.
Pei Yang remembered clearly, it should be a locust tree.
But now that winter had come, the locust tree's leaves had long since fallen, leaving only the bare trunk.
Nevertheless, just by looking at the trunk, one could tell how big this locust tree was; come next spring, when the leaves flourish, it could probably look like a giant umbrella, providing shade over a large area. In summer, it would be a great place to enjoy the cool.
But whether it was a Chinese locust tree or a honey locust, who could tell?
If it were a Chinese locust, that would be great.
