The horizon still held a smudge of deep crimson, like a red-hot branding iron, its glow slowly fading away.
Zhou Li helped Zheng Zhilan sit down on the swing chair on the balcony and watched her swinging her legs. He asked, "Does it feel like a swing?"
Zheng Zhilan nodded.
The voices of Huai Xu and Qinghe were coming from the living room—
"You must not have talked with Demons for a long time, huh? There are plenty of little demons around here. Come on, I'll introduce you!"
"Not going."
"Why? What's the point of staying in this room?"
"Not going."
"Let me tell you, those little demons are not like that Evil God; they are really fun and speak so nicely!"
"Not going."
"Hey, you Demon! Why are you so stubborn?" Huai Xu put his hands on his hips, huffing with annoyance, then quickly thought up another line of persuasion. "By human terms, this place is the capital of Demons, and since you've come all this way, I definitely should show you some hospitality."
"No need."
