The sun's rays were about to disappear on the horizon.
Xiang Qingbai stood up, stretched and looked into the distance: "Oh, a day has passed."
Yin Shu folded his hands on the back of his head, lay flat on the grass with his hands on his head, and squinted his eyes.
He turned his head and looked at the gold-rimmed silhouette of the person next to him: "In a flash."
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