The sun had moved westward, and the sunlight turned golden.
By now, Brother Nan had taken over the driving, and Lord Dumpling had moved onto Zhou Li's lap. Her hind paws were planted on Zhou Li's thighs as she clung to the edge of the car door. Given her height, she had to strain to poke even half her head above the window glass.
But she had maintained this position for quite a while; Zhou Li was certain that if he had been wearing shorts, his legs would already be covered in tiny paw-print marks.
Little Cousin, sitting in the backseat, was similarly engrossed, staring unblinkingly at the landscape outside the window.
"How much longer?" she asked without turning around.
"Two hours," Zhou Li answered.
"Oh."
"Feeling carsick?"
"No." Little Cousin hesitated. "This is my first time traveling this far."
"It's about the same distance as going to Meili."
"But we crossed a provincial boundary..."
