The carousel was even more stable than a bus.
Spanning two levels, it occupied a large area, with dozens of seats leisurely revolving around the central pillar. The top canopy shielded the sun, leaving only a gentle breeze to blow by, feeling cool and comfortable—indulgently pleasant.
Resting here was exceptionally nice, with few visitors and no limit to sessions—once you arrived, you could sit down, and stay until you had your fill. Jiang He had already been sitting and spinning for half an hour.
Having spent a lot of money to get in, it seemed that one should get their money's worth right here—this is what Xu Qing thought as he held a bottle of orange juice bought from within the park, not sitting on a horse like Jiang He. They were separated by a distance, leisurely sipping his drink.
It was cool, sour, not bad at all.
