Jiang Xinyi was very protected by her parents when she was young, having little freedom. As she grew older, she became tired of her parents' arrangements, yearning for the ordinary life of common people.
Like now, around five in the afternoon.
It was December, and the days darkened quickly; the sun had already set in the west, leaving behind a sky tinged red with dusk.
The sky was dark but not completely dark; the campus was at its quietest, making the whispered conversations of students walking side by side along the roadside particularly clear.
Cars drove smoothly along Wutong Avenue at the school.
Under the Wutong trees, one lamp after another flickered on, casting a dim yellow light.
In the distance, the basketball court enclosed by a green wire fence was also lit with bright incandescent lights.
A group of boys played intensely on the court.
"Pass the ball!"
This was Jiang Xinyi's favorite moment; she lowered the car window halfway, looking out longingly.