When Xia Ze fu took up a position at the University of C City, Department of Psychology Counseling, through an introduction from his former professor, he bought an apartment in a neighborhood near the school. It was a three-bedroom, two-hall unit, quite spacious. He had obsessive-compulsive disorder and disliked the communal bathhouses at clubs. So he renovated the house into one room gym, one room study, and one master bedroom. He always knew how to treat himself well; he made sure everything was as comfortable as possible.

The neighborhood is quiet and scenic. Peeking out the window, you're greeted by a whole row of golden Aleppo trees. Walking from the study to the living room, you're enveloped in the beauty of autumn.

In comparison, the prices of houses in this community are a bit higher, but Xia is financially savvy and optimistic about the upward trend. She made her first pot of money by selling tickets when she was just a teenager.

The people in the apartment building were simple. There were only two apartments on each floor. He knew that a reclusive writer lived upstairs and a literary couple of professors lived downstairs.

As for the neighbors, I heard they were a couple of students who had been living there for many years.

In summer, life routines are normal. I run at 6:00 am, take a cold shower at 6:30 am, make breakfast at 7:00 am, and leave home at 8:00 am.

But I haven't met the neighbor yet.

He's summer only, occasionally dating casually. It's not because he's being polite or reserved, but rather that he values his personal space and doesn't typically bring people back to his place.

Until a thread of fabric was mixed onto the bamboo pole for drying.

With a bow tie trim, the front part is made of Minglai fabric. Wearing it might subtly reveal a slight curl that hints at modesty.

Nobody around.

Summer then narrowed his eyes, pondered for a moment, before taking off his gold-rimmed spectacles and pretending to examine them, while subtly lowering his head to sniff.

Sweet and refreshing with a juicy peach fragrance.

It's unclear whose stray kitten this is.

Suddenly, a sharp cry tore through the sky. Xia frowned and quickly shoved his hand into his pocket.

I've never met my neighbor, but I can hear the sounds of their bed stretching all the way over.

That's really grating.

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