The neighborhood was old and quiet, nearing summer, days were long while nights short, so people didn't go to bed that early. Many windows in the buildings were still lit up.
Xu Qing lay sprawled on the couch, hugging the "Complete Collection of Sherlock Holmes," ignoring the warning he and Jiang He had discussed about reading in a lying position hurting the eyes, he just lay there comfortably. He even pulled the couch closer to the window, leaving a small gap open.
The weather was getting hotter, but it wasn't yet time to turn on the fan. A cool breeze blew in through the window gap, inducing a sense of serene contentment.
Sometimes, doing nothing at all, just lazing there, reading a book or closing one's eyes to think about things, time would slip through the fingers. Then, going to sleep, welcoming a new tomorrow—Xu Qing himself couldn't remember when he last had such a leisurely moment.
A year? Two years?
