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On a midsummer afternoon, the streets were lined with tall trees whose lush branches cast dense green shadows, providing shade and relief from the heat for passersby.
The road was empty, with only a few pedestrians. The steamy temperature felt as if it could boil away a person's energy. Even cats and dogs lost their usual vitality, curling up their tails and hiding in the shadows of corners.
In the shops they passed, fans were whirring non-stop, while old men and women cooled off under the trees with palm-leaf fans, dozing off in rocking chairs.
Yi Qingyan walked ahead, leading the way for him, occasionally taking the initiative to grab his sleeve and pull him forward.
The world became very quiet.
Just a short time ago, they had come out of the Ghost House, and it felt like a lifetime ago.
"Ah, the weather is so hot."
Yi Qingyan fanned herself with her hand, sticking out her tongue like a puppy,
"Your hair is too long."