The evening curtain falls, and the sky is filled with twilight glow.
Pedestrians hurry along the road.
Since it is the time when work and school end, the streets are no longer so desolate, with a few more passersby. The warm yellow light casts long shadows on the ground.
Mo Shangjun is sitting in a noodle shop, eating a bowl of freshly cooked wontons.
The wonton soup is still steaming hot. It slightly scalds her tongue when she bites into it, so she leisurely blows on it a few times before putting the wonton into her mouth, finding the temperature just right.
Ding Jing sits opposite her with a bowl of sour and spicy noodles, also quite hot. She added an unknown amount of chili to it, but without changing her expression, she continues to eat it, mouthful after mouthful, making people wonder if she has no sense of taste.
"Why are you eating so fast?"
Seeing her devour the food, Mo Shangjun asks with a smile.
