In early autumn in the north, the chill is getting stronger.
Three years later, things have changed.
The night sky illuminated by bright lights is like a fake oil painting, so beautiful that it is distorted.
Qian Yuqiu drove slowly, trying to re-recognize his hometown where he had been crouched for nineteen years. This old acquaintance suddenly shaved off his beard. He was silent, he called, he cried, he laughed wildly, and he got no response. He finally understood that he had never abandoned this land, but that this land had abandoned him.
However, before he can find his own city, emotional trivial matters come flooding in, trying to engulf his world.
Welcome to Jicheng.