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After washing up, Ying Qian went to the next room to knock on the door. The waiter who delivered the food said that Meng Beiyan had already left and specifically asked her to tell Ying Qian, "Remember to go to the breakfast stall for breakfast."

Even in winter, the temperature in Qincheng is around ten degrees Celsius; it never drops below zero, and there's no snow. The sunlight is so dazzling it feels unreal, like a dreamlike illusion.

Ying Qian had once explored every street and alley of this city, but now, in this rapidly developing era, she found the place somewhat unfamiliar.

The farther away you are from where you lived in your youth, the fainter your memories become.

It was so shallow that I can't remember it at all.

I never imagined I'd need navigation software to guide me.

Ying Qian looked down at the phone call coming from Meng Beiyan.

"Are you up yet?" the man's voice was steady.

"They're already having breakfast."

"I'm popping up balloons, interested? Want to come and play? Staying in the hotel must be pretty boring."

Ying Qian took a sip of the spicy soup and casually agreed, "Okay."

Send me your location, I'll come pick you up.

"What are you going to use to pick me up?" Ying Qian wondered, since Meng Beiyan didn't have a car, and he didn't know anyone he could borrow one from.

Meng Beiyan calmly uttered three words: "Electric scooter!"

Ying Qian actually detected the smugness in his tone and chuckled as she replied, "Okay, come on over."

When she was in elementary school, Meng Beiyan would pick her up and drop her off at school by bicycle, just like a full-time nanny, taking care of her feelings in every way.

As we get older, we've grown increasingly distant.

Ying Qian felt that distancing herself was the right thing to do.