His Breath Could Be Sensed Coming From Behind

Qi Yan tried to use the lighter. It was the same as the last time she saw it. She had to strike it a few times before flames came out.

That was strange.

Didn't she give Nan Zhe a new one? Why did he have to keep using this broken one?

It was easy to leave fingerprints on its silver body. After playing with it for a while, her fingerprints quickly covered it and overlapped with Nan Zhe's.

For some reason, she looked at the marks on it and her thoughts drifted away. Her thoughts suddenly returned to ten years ago.

It was a summer afternoon. The young man was wearing a short-sleeved shirt under the hot sun. His school uniform jacket hung loosely on his shoulders as he sat casually on the parallel bars of the field.

The first class in the afternoon was physical education. Many students slowly gathered on the field.