The one Ji Ming refers to as 'Mr.', must be Song Baiyan.
Tang Li stopped focusing on the script, put down her highlighter, greeted Yu Sui, donned a mask and left the set.
At this hour, the sky began to darken.
The streets where city lights first appeared were different from the bustling inner ring, with occasional vehicles extending along the neon-lit path.
A journey that should have taken seven or eight minutes on foot only took Tang Li a little over three minutes.
Over the lake square, cheerful dance music lingered.
Countless older couples embraced and danced.
Those playing on skateboards and practicing roller skating occupied the open space beside the fountain.
Tang Li maneuvered through the crowd, searching for the familiar figure in a relatively quieter spot, but after circling most of the area, she was still unsuccessful.
Ji Ming sent her both multimedia messages and texts; it couldn't be just for the sake of commentary.
