Xu Xiangyang sighed.
"You're thinking way too far ahead."
He had thought himself to be quite good at planning for the future, but lately, it had become obvious that Xing Jie was no less able in this regard; perhaps, the class president was actually the one who always had a grand blueprint for the future hidden in her heart.
After wandering around, they were back where they started, standing again at the entrance of the bustling district.
It was the liveliest time of the evening, and the loud hum of people's voices came from very close by. The noise of the crowd washed over their shoes like an incoming tide.
"You're not planning on just heading back like this, are you?"
Xu Xiangyang asked.
He was quite familiar with the class president's way of doing things. She would say "let's just go out for a walk" or "you decide where we go today," but bringing the two of them out like this, there had to be another motive.
"I've been to that place you mentioned."