It was a dark autumn morning, and the chirping of birds cut through the cool morning.
On the city streets, there is a huge sea of people, and the car lights on the street merge into a bright river.
The passenger plane from Kyoto landed slowly at Tianfu Airport, and people poured out of the airport noisily.
In the blink of an eye, five years later, I returned to this city.
It was a midsummer night in July and the evening was quiet.
There are many people on the long platform waiting for the arrival of the next train.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
