C44 It's Time to Leave

Yuu Zijun was holding the candied gourd he had just bought from the street. Beside him stood Wang Xiaoya, who was four years old. Two long and cool mucus hung on her slightly upturned upper lips. Yuu Zijun pulled Wang Xiaoya with one hand. The red cotton jacket that had just been worn not long ago had already changed beyond recognition. With the other hand holding two candied fruits