The bus gradually turned red. Looking out the window, the corners of the girl's eyes gradually became moist. This is indeed the autumn of Phoenix. I haven't seen autumn in my hometown for six years. Maybe it's because I have stayed in Hubei, a big city, for a long time. The image of the phoenix almost turned into a symbol on a bus stop sign in her mind. Phoenix in autumn is not as decadent as Hubei's autumn. The mountain roads in Phoenix are covered with fallen leaves. These leaves have worked hard to pave the mud with a gorgeous carpet.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
