In the evening, the glass outside the city's skyscrapers is glazed with a hint of gold, complementing the original deep blue tones, quite beautiful. For city dwellers, the sunset seems like a theoretically existing but never-seen sight. People can only glimpse traces of its existence from the scattered afterglow, as the scene of the sunset sinking below the horizon described in poetry is invisible in the city.
"Bennett, do you really like sunsets?"
On the spacious playground, two youths around twenty years old stand side by side.
"I do a little, why do you ask suddenly?" answered the young man in a dark trench coat.
"This playground is a rare place to enjoy the sunset view, and you often show up here in the evening."
"I see." Bennett nodded.
"I do enjoy taking a walk here after finishing various tasks, the open space, the quietness, the evening glow, always bring a sense of peace."
