No matter how much time passed, Lin Zimo could never stop himself from complaining inwardly: The damn summer in Yingkang could really bake a person alive, and not even the night could escape this sticky, suffocating heat wave.
Yet no matter how stifling the summer night was, it could never dampen people's love for bustling crowds.
Lin Zimo tightly gripped Su Qing's small hand, terrified that if he got distracted for even a second, she would vanish into this vast sea of people.
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