Shen Yi stood by the window, watching her happily go downstairs. After she said goodbye to his grandfather and left through the main gate, Shen Yi waited until her figure disappeared from view before he picked up those few notebooks.
Qin Jiao's handwriting had a lot of personality. It looked sharp, just like her—no matter what she encountered, she would never give up.
And yet...
"Why did you have to give up on me back then...? Couldn't we have tried again?"
Shen Yi sighed softly, carefully put the notebooks away, changed his clothes, and went downstairs.
He said to his grandfather, who was in the courtyard and had just finished listening to a storytelling program, "Grandpa, let's go to Qin Jiao's house for dinner today."
Mr. Du was stunned and almost dropped the transistor radio in his hand.
