Time, place and meaning often brought significance to one's world and how one perceived it, and for Han Jing, the sight of the orange sunset sky was enough to make him stare at it far longer than he should have. The sky was now nearly dark as the sun began to give way to the moon, but it was still dotted with clouds of varying shades. He was eager to admit that in the Other World; the world was magnificent and beautiful; the landscape was better and everything was more magical.
However, it would be a terrible thing to not admit that his own world had its own wonders. It was something that he failed to appreciate before and could only do so now. And this was only possible because he had nearly worked himself to death delivering flowers and other plants across the entire city.
