The next day.
Gu Zhihan, as usual, rode with Mengmeng into the school.
The fragrant camphor trees on both sides of the school were lush, and sunlight sprinkled through the gaps between the leaves, casting light on their blue and white school uniforms.
When they reached the parking lot, Luo Mengmeng, like a little rabbit, hopped off while saying, "Gu Zhihan, did you hear? We are not splitting classes this time, we can just go straight to Class 3-20's classroom!"
"I know," Gu Zhihan nodded and went to park the bike after speaking.
Then he walked shoulder to shoulder with her toward the teaching building.
The little girl hopped and skipped along the way, her mouth nonstop like a machine gun looking for topics to talk about.
Gu Zhihan always smiled gently, indulgently, and tenderly.
His eyes were fixed on her face, watching her radiant smile, a feeling of inexpressible happiness surged in the depths of his heart.
Happiness can indeed be very simple.
