Yang Cheng walked over, bought a pink heart-shaped balloon, tied the string to Jiang Yu's wrist, "With this tied, it won't get lost."
Jiang Yu raised her wrist, watching the pink balloon gently sway in the breeze, and couldn't help but smile slightly.
Time flew by quickly, and it was suddenly afternoon.
Jiang Yu had been playing most of the day, and although she was very enthusiastic, her body was still weak and she gradually began to struggle.
Her steps started to slow down, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and her face turned a bit pale.
"Tired? Let's go back."
Yang Cheng noticed her condition and said softly.
"I'm not tired, I still want to play for a while longer."
Jiang Yu shook her head, her voice full of reluctance, not wanting to end her time with Yang Cheng so soon.
"Be good, your body hasn't fully recovered, you can't exert yourself too much. Once you're better, I'll bring you back here again."
Yang Cheng gently persuaded.
