Liang Qu returned home, found some clean clothes to change into, and then jogged all the way towards Pingyang Town.
The leaves piled on either side of the road grew thicker, with a top layer of red and yellow, and a bottom layer of black and brown.
The wind biting at his skin felt like ice knives, yet Liang Qu felt nothing but boundless energy, neither cold nor hot, with enthusiasm burning in his chest.
Liang Qu lifted his head, the enormous setting sun slowly descending, casting his pupils in brilliant red-gold.
Bit by bit, the sunset withdrew the sunlight from the earth, turning the reddish trees to a dark red hue, and soon nightfall would come; this was the last glimpse of the sunset.
Suddenly, he thought the world wasn't so bad, untainted, unfettered, with even the air feeling exceptionally fresh.
