In Xiao Ayuan’s memory, Hong Kong was nothing but a boring, unchanging ocean of plastic balls and an endless supply of sand.
It was all nice scenery, and all very dull.
But the Mainland was so much fun! There was an uncle in camouflage who held him and gave him a tiny paddle. A big sister stood on the other side of the table, hitting a small ball over, and the uncle would hold him close to hit it back.
Chapter 521