"It's just an ugly, broken old swing," Young Master Rong remarked, casting a disdainful glance at the weather-beaten structure. Though it was dilapidated, it looked clean, likely because the children at Cihang played on it every day.
"Come here and push me."
While Young Master Rong was still ruminating on how decrepit the swing was, An Ruoxue’s cheerful, clear voice reached his ears. He turned around to see her already seated on the swing, brimming with excitement. Her hands gripped the ropes on either side, and her bright, wide eyes were fixed on him with anticipation.
Chapter 88