Yunhai City, July is on fire.
The heat wave was rolling in the north square of the high-speed rail station, and the asphalt road was slightly softened by the heat. Pedestrians dragged their suitcases in a hurry, most of them lowering their heads to avoid the dazzling sunlight.
Lu Yuan stood in the shadow of the exit, looking at the steel jungle in front of him, his deep eyes showing no trace of the restraint of a newcomer. He wore a gray coarse short-sleeved shirt that had been washed white, a pair of loose overalls on his lower body, and a pair of black cloth shoes with thousand-layer soles that had been worn for an unknown number of years. In this cosmopolitan city, this outfit looks like it has traveled through time in the last century.
