The gazes met in the spin.
The dusk enveloped them, and the orange-red light streamed through buildings and trees, scattering fragmented and dappled shadows over the two.
The air was permeated with the unique freshness of autumn, thread by thread, refreshing the heart and mind.
The evening breeze swirled, causing the sycamore leaves to spin and dance upon them, beautiful and romantic.
Passersby unconsciously slowed down, admiring the scene enviously.
From the security booth, the familiar old man with Wen Ruan poked his head out, cheerfully holding his thermos cup.
The spinning gradually stopped.
"Did Sister dress so beautifully today just to welcome me?"
"Humph, wishful thinking, I'm beautiful every day." Wen Ruan shot him a flirtatious look, "Hurry and put me down, Sister here is a celebrity at Oasis Garden, isn't anyone concerned about face?"
She wasn't joking.
This place is not far from her hometown village, and many former neighbors have bought homes here.
