Su Ronggui had an injured hand and didn't drive over, but the weather was great. The moon was clear, the sky high, and the heat of the day had dissipated completely. A faint scent of Cobaea lingered in the night breeze.
"Let's walk for a bit," he said.
"Mm!" She had eaten a bit too much in the evening as well and wanted to take a walk for digestion.
For a long stretch, they didn't speak, yet strangely, it didn't feel awkward at all.
The alley at night carried a bit more ancient charm than during the day. Every house shut its doors, a solitary yellow lamp here and there. Occasionally, a household would hang a pair of red lanterns under the eaves, lighting a path to bygone times. With each step, another tale of an old courtyard was left behind. Inside the doors were people of the story; outside, those pondering the story.
