Yan Luoluo held Xingchen's hand as they strolled leisurely through the bustling streets. The lingering glow of the setting sunset spilled over the bluestone pavement, casting long shadows of the two figures.
Along both sides of the street, the calls of vendors rose and fell in an endless chorus:
"Sugar paintings! Freshly boiled syrup, anything you want drawn, I can make it!"
"Candied hawthorns! Sweet, sour, and utterly delicious!"
"Freshly baked osmanthus cake! Still piping hot!"
The air was permeated with the sweet fragrance of syrup, the warmth of charcoal fires, and the scent of nameless flowers, blending together into the unique, lively atmosphere of the mortal world.
Chapter 55