The blood-red sun sank in the west, dyeing the drifting clouds on the horizon a mysterious, pale gold.
The cool breeze carried the faint scent of fresh grass.
On the prairie, two figures, one in front of the other, cast long shadows in the sunlight.
Qing Ling walked ahead, each step careful and deliberate. She occasionally paused, lowering her head to gaze at the green, cloud-patterned shoes on her feet. Her clear eyes, like tranquil autumn waters, sparkled with a peculiar light, and her small face was radiant with delight.
Luo Feng followed slowly, his eyes narrowed slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips as he watched the young girl who frequently paused in her steps.
Quickening his pace, Luo Feng caught up and asked, "Qing Ling, how do they feel?"
Startled from her reverie, Qing Ling tilted her head, thought for a moment, and replied, "A bit warm, and a little itchy… but very comfortable…"
