Returning to S City, the sky was gradually darkening. The military vehicle took them directly back to the hotel.
The nanny stayed behind to care for the sleeping Ping'an. The group boarded a small ferry to enjoy various delicious cuisines. After dinner, no one was in a rush to return, so they strolled along the streets, admiring the beautiful scenery.
The bustling atmosphere of the city was alive and well. On the Dapu River, large and small boats floated, with workers on the docks. Tourists wandered the Bund, sentinels patrolled the streets, trams dinged along their tracks, and rickshaws whizzed by under the lights outside the row of international architecture, making the city's night lively.
Old Mrs. Cheng had been watching the child for days and had the rare opportunity to go out tonight. She held Zhou Jiao's hand all the way, reminiscing about the times when she and her sister Gu Mingzhu sailed freely on the Dapu River during their youthful days.
