When the sun finally dipped below the horizon and the shroud of night descended, the streets, contrary to expectation, began to bustle with more activity. In the sweltering heat of summer, the cool night was the only time to get things done.
The lingering glow of the sunset spilled across the streets, its golden light dancing against the glass curtain walls of the high-rises, as if draping the city in a shimmering, translucent veil. A gentle breeze brushed by, bringing with it a hint of coolness and the tantalizing aroma of street food. Pedestrians began to slow their pace—some in groups of three or five, others strolling alone—all savoring this rare moment of relief from the heat. The roadside trees swayed softly in the breeze, their leaves rustling as if whispering the stories of the day. Children chased one another in the park, while deeper in the shadows, other figures flickered in motion.
Xi sat on a bench, his eyes scanning the passing crowd; whenever a pretty girl walked by, he made sure to observe her with keen attention.
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