Various enticing scents drifted through the air.
Every stall was crowded with people; the calls of sellers, bursts of laughter rose and fell, lively yet not chaotic, instead filled with the breath of everyday life.
Tang Song held Qian Lele's hand, stepping cheerfully through the crowd.
The two would sometimes stop at a stall to select some trinkets and sometimes venture into a small street shop for some quiet.
Tonight, Qian Lele seemed especially joyful, even buying some hair ties, socks, hairpins, and similar items.
Unfortunately, Sister Wen's stall wasn't open today.
Tang Song bought a cumin sesame flavored starch sausage at another stall and shared it with Qian Lele.
The two strolled around the night market for a whole two hours, only slowing their pace once they walked out of the pedestrian street.
Then, they wandered into the normal university's small woodland, strolling along the winding paths.
It was almost ten at night when they returned to the dormitory building.
