From afternoon to dusk, and from dusk until the crescent moon hung among the branches, Shen Fanyun still hadn't made up his mind. He shook his head, stood up, and patted Su Xiyang. "Let's go home."
"Oh, okay," Su Xiyang murmured, then added in a low voice, "You seem a little restless today. Is something on your mind? You're acting so strange."
Shen Fanyun rubbed his cheeks and smiled. "Is it that obvious?"
At that moment, small stalls for the evening were already being set up on both sides of the road, filling the air with the true scent of worldly life. Shen Fanyun suddenly felt a pang of hunger, and Su Xiyang instinctively touched her own stomach.
She had never eaten from a street stall before. "Won't it be unhygienic?"
"There's only one way to find out," Shen Fanyun urged her. He first ordered her a serving of mung bean jelly and some stir-fried rice cakes. As an afterthought, he also bought her a stick of candied hawthorn.
