Oh no!

  Xia Menglian ran all the way to the seaside after leaving school and sat down under the bright moonlight.

  The cicada looked up at the round moon in the sky and smiled bitterly: it was clearly a night of parting, yet the full moon hung high.

  Even heaven wants to see her joke, doesn't it?

  The number of people on the beach gradually decreased, and when I turned back to look, those still sitting by the sea were all couples, leaning against each other, heads together, whispering softly.

  Xia Menglian could only pick up her bag and leave.

  The night color of the day, and the cicadas on the trees still refused to quiet down, making a "rustling" noise nonstop. Xia Meng couldn't help but think of his own name: Ah, summer cicada, indeed they are all like this, not knowing what's good for them, clearly someone doesn't like it, yet they still insist on making a racket to show off their presence.

  How sad.

  She missed the last bus, and Xia Mochen stood on the platform with her bag, looking around in dismay. It wasn't even the last collection time yet, but how could that last bus disappear into the distance with its taillights dimly lit?

  Xia Mengchi had no choice but to hug her bag and walk towards home on foot, sending a text message to her mother along the way. Afraid that her mother would worry, she made up a lie, saying that summer vacation was finally over, so her classmates wanted to have a get-together, and she didn't want to refuse, which is why she came back late.

  Also reminded mom to go to bed early, no need to wait for her at the door, she will take care of herself.

  She will take good care of herself, really. This is not just comforting mom, but also her own fist-clenching vow to herself.

  What if it's just a failed romance? What if Jiang Yuanfeng's feelings are just like a reflection in the water or a flower in the mirror, what then?

  She pressed the "send" button, Xia Mochen put away her phone and made an effort to lift her head up and take a deep breath. She had forgotten which psychologist said that when you're feeling depressed, just lift your head up and take a deep breath, and your mood will improve.

  Xia Mengyan's mood seemed to have improved a lot.

  This is a small street by the sea, with independent villas along the street, each with low walls that only reach the shoulders, and you can easily see the flowers, grass, and pavilions in the courtyard. Xia Mian smiled enviously - not envying others for their wealth, but envying this kind of leisurely life where one can take care of every detail. Those who can manage their own lives to be so rich and colorful are truly remarkable people.

  The moonlight filtered through the wisteria flowers that twined around the courtyard wall and fell to her feet, Xia Mian's voice was low as she hummed: "The moon moves, the flower shadow will meet again."

  The mood had calmed down beautifully with the scenery and poetry, but suddenly a cry of surprise came from ahead.

  Xia Menglian followed the sound to look, and saw that a little girl of several years old was running towards her from the front, crying while running; and behind the little girl, there was a big dog barking loudly in pursuit!

  The narrow street was lined with continuous courtyard walls, leaving no place to hide. Xia Moxi subconsciously lowered her head and looked down at the ground, wanting to find a stone or something to defend herself, but the environmental sanitation here was really too good, the black asphalt road surface had nothing except for flower shadows and moonlight!

  The little girl ran in a flurry, and at a glance, she saw Xia Muzhen. The little girl's crying became more and more mournful, "Sister save me, sister save my life!"

  A silver moon glows eerily on the sky behind a little girl.