Having left Starbucks, the sun had already sunk in the west.
Days of torrential rain had fallen in succession, and even though the sky had cleared, the air was still damp.
Walking along the footpath of West River Park in the afterglow of the setting sun, neither Jiang Yi nor He Gu had driven there.
Their shadows were elongated by the sunset, infinitely long, just like when they were children.
Every time they parted, He Gu would throw a tantrum, either kicking things around or throwing the toys in his hands to vent his emotions.
At some point, He Gu stopped throwing fits and would instead replace it with prolonged silence.
The two of them didn't speak along the way.
Just like the last time Jiang Yi was about to go abroad, and she went to say goodbye at He Gu's place.
He Gu, like a sulky gourd, just watched her, never uttering a word until Jiang Yi had left, which was when he locked himself in his room for a full week, barely coming out.
Now, they had both grown up.
