In Binhai, mid-June was the rainy season.
It wasn't raining tonight, but the sky was oppressively overcast.
Driven to the attic by the foul stench of durian, Yan Feifan stepped out onto the terrace and was immediately hit by the humid, stuffy air.
He walked to the railing, glanced at the glowing lights of Binhai University to the east and the residential buildings ahead, then turned his gaze back to Yu Suye beside him.
"Su Ye, if you want to eat durian, you don't have to hold back."
Yu Suye smiled faintly. "For me, durian is a take-it-or-leave-it kind of fruit. Being with you is what's most important."
"My favorite is a sweet, crisp apple."
After a pause, she asked, "Feifan, do you really not have any hobbies of your own?"
"Work is my hobby!" Yan Feifan replied directly.
Yu Suye leaned against the railing, looking ahead. "During my time at the family academy, we had to cultivate one sport and one artistic specialty from a young age."
