Evelyn turned his head back and smiled at Jasper: “I know!”
It was the midsummer, and the scorching sun was high. The camphor trees on both sides of the road in the C campus were dense and green, arranged neatly, the rustling of leaves and the cicadas cried endlessly.
The occasional wind blows like heat waves on people, and the whole city can be compared to a big steamer.
Evelyn is wearing a sunscreen umbrella with vinyl, which can block part of the sun, but it cannot withstand the high temperature that continues to spread throughout her body.
She held the umbrella with one hand, and took out her mobile phone from the pocket of her skirt with the other hand, opened WeChat, and saw eight unread messages in the dormitory group.
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