Very few girls play skateboarding.

Bai Xizhu, a quiet girl who loves reading, joined the roller skating club and is also an expert skateboarder.

There are girls like Bai Xizhu, but he always felt that Bai Xizhu was the best one.

"I'm going for a walk with Leng Yebai. The power and water are out at home, so we're checking to see if any pipes have burst," Bai Xizhu said.

Zhang Yiming then looked up at Leng Yebai.

Leng Yebai gave Zhang Yiming a slight, aloof nod. "Hello."

Zhang Yiming chuckled softly, "So it's Uncle Leng."

“Bai Xizhu and I are good friends,” Leng Yebai said calmly. “Zhang, please don’t call me uncle anymore.”

When Leng Yebai said the words "good friend," his voice was very gentle.

Anyone could hear the ambiguity in his words.

Zhang Yiming's eyes dimmed for a moment, but he quickly put on a sunny and handsome smile again.

“Since you’re Xiaozhu’s friend, you’re also my friend.” Zhang Yiming extended his finger with a gentle expression. “Hello, my name is Zhang Yiming, and I’m Xiaozhu’s classmate.”

"Hello!" Leng Yebai extended his hand expressionlessly and shook hands, then looked at Bai Xizhu with gentle eyes. "Let's go!"

Bai Xizhu nodded slightly, glancing at the No. 1 Middle School next to her out of the corner of her eye, before preparing to go back.

"Little Zhu!"

Zhang Yiming called out Bai Xizhu softly.

"What's wrong?" Bai Xizhu looked at Zhang Yiming gently. "Thank you for your paper, but it's not safe on the street. You should go back now!"

When she said those words, Bai Xizhu felt like she was a terrible woman.

If I hadn't been reborn, if I hadn't met Leng Yebai.

Perhaps the scene of their meeting would be different!

But she had experienced too much, and the girlish innocence of that time had long been forgotten.

"Okay, I'll be back in a bit."

Zhang Yiming still wore a sunny smile, his eyes quietly looking at Bai Xizhu, as if trying to memorize her face.

Perhaps this is the last time.

"Zhang, hurry back and put on some clothes! It's getting cold."

Leng Yebai's cold voice rang out.

Zhang Yiming rubbed his fingers together slightly, smiled softly, and said nothing, simply watching the two figures disappear into the distance.