As an entertainment venue for the surrounding residents, the Cultural Park wasn't small, but neither was it exceptionally large.
Gu Yueyan and Dong Chengling chose a route that wasn't long; it took them only about fifteen minutes to circle the park. In the wee hours, the bright moon was serene and considerate, bathing Gu Yueyan in its light. Like a child, she deliberately stepped only on the illuminated patches of ground and, with an obsessive compulsion, wouldn't allow herself to step on any unlit patches.
"We should come out more often in the future. Of course, not in the wee hours."
Gu Yueyan turned her head to look at Dong Chengling. "Sister Ling, don't you dislike coming out?"
"But you enjoy it."
