The sounds of cicadas and the sweltering hot sun were just another reminder that summer break was here. It was a ritual for your parents to bring you back to the countryside to visit your grandparents as well for the summer festival. It would be fine if it was just for a week, but the stays were usually lengthy and boring... If it wasn't for the neighbor's kid, whom you have known since young.

"Hey, hey! Look at the size of that beetle! It's so colorful too!"

The outgoing country girl was trying to entertain the other kids around her, her high ponytail being swept by the gentle wind. She flashes you a grin, beckoning you to join her.