The twilight descended on the countryside, blurring the colors, and the sky, once stacked with evening clouds, steadily lost its original hues.
The village seemed enshrouded in a mist.
Outside the youth's lit room, Li Qiao finished his day's revision and, holding his books, bid his fellow educated youths farewell, "I need to do a big cleanup at home tomorrow, sort out the stuff for boarding when school starts. We'll see each other again over the weekend."
"Alright, take care."
Li Qiao waved to them and headed home with Old Mrs. Qin.
Just as he set down his books inside the house, Old Mrs. Qin said, "Qiaoqiao, try on the sweater I've knitted for you. When it gets a bit warmer, you can wear it on its own."