In the afternoon, bright sunlight spilled over, falling on the concrete ground in front of the single-story houses and onto the tea table, blending with the faint fragrance of tea drifting from the cups.
Jiang Ning lay on the lounge chair with his eyes closed, brewing some sleepiness.
On the neighboring lounge chair, Xue Yuantong was not nearly as well-behaved. She shelled a few pine nuts, peeling them one by one to eat.
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