The sunset was orange-red like fire.
Brother Nan sat on the swing chair on the balcony, rocking back and forth. She hugged a cushion in her arms, and her small, snow-white legs swayed along with it.
"I've realized how incredibly comfortable you have it! You can watch the sunset from this balcony, the sunrise from the other, and even see Dian Lake. And right downstairs is a whole street of delicious food—wow, I can't handle it…"
"It's alright."
"It's just a little too empty, but for someone like you, you probably prefer the quiet," Brother Nan said, hugging the cushion.
"Right."
"Is living here convenient?" Brother Nan asked again.
"Not really."
"Huh?"
"There's no farmers' market downstairs. The vegetables at the produce store are expensive, and there isn't much variety," Zhou Li said after some thought. "Plus, if I want to go to a large supermarket, a mall, or watch a movie, I have to travel quite a distance."
"You don't cook anyway."
"What if I want to in the future?"
