In early July, Xianyang City was as hot as a furnace. The sun has been setting for a while, but the heat that has accumulated in the city for a day has not been reduced much. It is still working hard to release its residual power, but fortunately, it is no longer raging. People who had been sulking in their houses all day have begun to come out in twos and threes and wait comfortably on the street for the coming coolness. There are many people who travel together, but few people who travel alone. The street food stalls have been established, gradually forming a large-scale night market. This is a picture of a peaceful city at dusk.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
