After dinner, it was already close to ten o'clock.
As they walked out of the restaurant, Luo Ziling asked Yang Qingyin, "Do you want to go for another walk, a night tour of West Lake?"
"We toured last night, and you want to go again?" Yang Qingyin, who was holding Luo Ziling's hand, looked at him in surprise, "Aren't you tired?"
"We had lunch, but I still want to eat dinner. It's the same with seeing beauty, you can look again after seeing it once. The night view of West Lake is so beautiful, if we just stand by its edge and don't take a walk, wouldn't it be a bit unfair to Lady Xizi?"
