In summer, the days are long and the nights short. At 7:30 PM, it wasn't yet dark. By eight, the sky began to dim, and after eight-thirty, it was completely black.
Shen Weimin held a large cattail-leaf fan in one hand and Xu Changqing's hand in the other. They walked unhurriedly down the pitch-black road, bathed in moonlight, listening to the chirping of cicadas and the croaking of frogs.
It was actually already late. Back at the main house, everyone had been sitting in a circle to cool off, chatting about this and that. Time had flown by without them noticing, and it was already past nine o'clock in the blink of an eye.
'In the end, his grandma was right—I really can't go home tonight. And it's true; with Ninth Aunt around, even she told me to stay the night and go back tomorrow.'
Xu Changqing looked up at the bright moon, then glanced at her surroundings. 'If I say I want to head back while it's cool to avoid going out during the day, I wonder if that would spoil the mood.'
