After grabbing their packaged milk tea and fried skewers, the six of them continued on their way with mango smoothies in hand.
At six in the evening, the sky was still a brilliant blue, with a few clouds covering the westward-tilting sun, tinting it an orange-yellow hue.
The concrete floor radiated the residual heat it had absorbed throughout the day, and even the breeze carried a hint of warmth; the city's temperatures had yet to cool.
But none of this could diminish the good spirits of the six friends, their mouths filled with the sweet chill of the smoothies, laughter, and cheerful voices ringing in their ears.
"Is this the place?" Xiao Ruawen looked at the somber building in front of her; she definitely wouldn't dare come here alone at night.
"Yeah, on the eighth floor," Wu Lingyu pointed and said, looking up.
"Let's go, we're heading up to the eighth floor," Xu Qingfan said, leading the way inside first.
