C164 The Proud Daughter of Heaven Yang Lan

Summer nights are fleeting, with time slipping away as quickly as a wink.

The fading cicada songs herald the imminent arrival of autumn.

Perhaps due to last night's rain in the capital, the morning air was exceptionally crisp, though tinged with a slight chill.

Today was a clear day, with the blue sky and fiery sun in full view—a rare sight for the smog-heavy capital