Unlike the temperatures of inland cities, September in Island City is not cool at all; instead, it is the most stiflingly hot month of the year. Pedestrians on the main streets are dressed in extremely cool attire, while long-lived cicadas let out shrill cries as if to assert their existence with all their might. In the flower beds along the road, there bloom myriad nameless small flowers in brilliant purples and vivid reds, swaying gracefully and quite pleasing to the eye. Luo Ye squats down to take a sniff, only to find they have no fragrance. Shaking her head in disappointment, she thinks to herself, indeed, the beautiful exterior of some things can be deceitful.
She had arranged to meet with Luo Yang and Luo Shui at the KFC on Nanjing Road. Considering there was no rush for time, she took a leisurely stroll there after school.
