Bamboo Stream Community.
The lights in the living room were turned on.
Gao Mengting yawned and plopped down on the couch, leaning back and half-reclining.
After a moment, Cheng Qiuyu came over with a plate of fruit, her voice somewhat hoarse, "Senior, have some food."
After leaving the Olympic Sports Center, they took a bus to West Bridge and then a taxi to the community; it was almost 1 a.m. by then.
Both were tired and hungry.
"Thanks, Qiuqiu." Gao Mengting sat up and began munching on a slice of watermelon.
The cold juice slid down from her mouth to her throat, refreshing her instantly.
"I should be the one thanking you, Senior. Tonight might have been the happiest day of my life; the concert ticket you gave me means so much to me."
"Alright, no need to be so formal; you've thanked me plenty of times already."
After filling their stomachs, they felt much more comfortable.