After the sun climbed to the peak of the sky, it began to slant downward, causing the colors that enveloped the scene to start darkening.
The people coming and going at the courthouse became even more hurried, their varied expressions and body language weaving a complex dance.
The diversity of people here is even more complex than in a psychological consultation room. If conditions allowed, many cases suitable for psychological intervention might be found here.
When the group emerged from the courthouse, Nan Zhubin's expression remained fairly composed.
Chonghui and Xia Tian's faces were filled with a sense of defeat.
Xia Tian's was particularly pronounced.
"I'm sorry, Teacher Nan." The young woman lowered her head, her mood mirroring the dimming sunlight around them.
Up until closing time, Chief Judge Meng had been reluctant to agree to a long-term partnership with Nan Zhubin's group.
This got stuck in the bureaucracy.
