"Are all your friends so extraordinary?"
Ding Jing's sudden remark interrupted Mo Shangjun's thoughts.
"All of them?" Mo Shangjun froze for a moment, "Who are you praising?"
Ding Jing came to her senses, "Of course, I consider myself one of them too."
"..."
Shameless, give her a little paint and she'd really go open a dye shop.
"Grew up together?" Ding Jing asked again.
"Yeah, sort of." Mo Shangjun nodded.
Although it was only a few short years, even after separating, they kept intermittently in touch.
Once they got into military school, they couldn't just make a phone call and fly across the country for drinks and kebabs. After a while, Mo Shangjun occasionally forgot about them, but every time they met, it was as if nothing had changed.
Everyone has matured and grown up, their lives and environments have changed, they've encountered various situations, sometimes not even sharing with others.
But when they meet, it's just like that summer many years ago.
