Lu Tong walked along the road.
All around was dense white fog that didn't dissipate, yet the road underfoot looked somewhat familiar.
Apricot trees were planted along the street, bearing green, unripe fruits, when suddenly someone patted her from behind and wrapped their arms around her shoulders, rubbing her head vigorously: "I'm back!"
She turned around in surprise, staring blankly at the young man in front of her dressed in a green robe and wearing a simple headband.
The young man had a bookcase on his back, with sharp and handsome features, pulling out a handful of candy beans from the case and stuffing them into her hand, "Here, for you."
She looked at the candy wrapped in rice paper in her palm and then at the person in front of her: "Lu Qian?"
"No respect," he scolded with a laugh, hooking his arm around Lu Tong's neck and walking forward, "call me brother—"
