Perhaps the afternoon rain and hail had emptied the inventory of humidity, as Wang Fan and his companion clearly felt that the outside was no longer as damp when they left, and the temperature had even miraculously risen a bit.
At this time, night had just fallen, and the neon lights everywhere were dazzling with color.
The streets were packed with people, bustling and lively.
Wang Fan had witnessed such nightlife countless times in Beijing, but unlike the hurried pace of the pedestrians there, people here walked leisurely as if time flowed more calmly around them.
On both sides of the street, the shops were brightly lit, with customers pausing to admire the displays and occasionally chatting with the shop owners. Passersby were either in small groups or walking alone, all with an expression of tranquility and enjoyment on their faces.
