After dinner, Wang Qian walked with Zhang Fan's group out the door. Evenings in Chasu City during summer were particularly beautiful. It was currently almost 10 p.m., but the setting sun had only reached the foot of the mountains. The world seemed so beautiful with the illumination of the setting sun, a nice cool breeze, the fragrance of flowers, chirping of birds, and smiles of those dear to you!
Jingshu held on to one of Zhang Fan's arms, while Shao Hua held on to his other arm. The three of them walked together on the wide roads in Kaifa District where Wang Qian lived. There were few people and few cars out on the roads at this time of night. Zhang Fan felt incredibly blissful as he listened to his younger sister chatter on.
