Lights began to twinkle in the dusk.
After dinner, Xu Qing and Jiang He didn't linger for long, declining Zhou Suzhi's offer to sit and watch TV and chat for a while, and they went out into the night.
What you can't have is always the best, true for boyfriends and girlfriends, and just the same between a mother-in-law and daughter-in-law—Xu. Philosophy. Qing.
The curved crescent moon hung in the sky, and the cool breeze of late summer and early autumn gently blew by.
No sooner had Jiang He linked arms with Xu Qing than a figure came clomping down the stairs from the building across the way. Without a close look, Xu Qing could roughly make out the shape to be that of the chubby Qin Hao.
"Is this you grinding your teeth with jealousy because you can't stand it and want to arrest us?"
Xu Qing's remark earned him the middle finger from Qin Hao: "I'll arrest you another day." Then he ran off excitedly, thumping away.
"How odd."
