It was still dawn when they set out, and the sun was setting by the time they returned. The sunset, bathed in the glow of the day’s end, was breathtaking.
The sky looked as if it had been painted; clumps of orange-red clouds drifted across the horizon, a magnificent sight.
Regrettably, Zhao Yan was in too much of a rush to get home to do more than cast a hurried glance at the beautiful evening clouds. They had to make it back before it was time to prepare the evening meal.
Chapter 25