"You've cried too hard..."
"You've been hurt too deeply..."
"You've loved too foolishly..."
"..."
It was clear that Brother Nan was in a great mood. She stood up, rushing downhill against the wind, her long hair fluttering endlessly beneath her helmet.
The singing continued to drift over.
The afternoon sun made Dian Lake glitter, and the reed plumes danced in the breeze. Brother Nan zoomed past, playfully brushing a reed that had cheekily leaned onto the road, sending a wisp of white fluff into the air.
Such leisurely moments were truly beautiful.
"Zhou Li, what time is it?"
"Don't you have a watch?"
"...?"
"It's past four o'clock."
"It's past four already!"
"Yep."
"Ah, it's that late already!"
Brother Nan twisted her head to look at the straggling line of riders far behind. They had all been full of energy when they set off in the morning, but most now wore expressions of utter despondency. Some of the girls had even grouped together to call for a car back.
