Amo knew that she was destined to be the protagonist of a very unpopular story, but she lived happily like this. Yuelai Old Store has the tackiest sign, and every inn in the world is called that. But because of this, it has also become the most reassuring sign. This is an inn, and there are inns all over the world. Feeling at home is probably what we strive for is this sense of familiarity. One flower, one world, an inn, and a small town. The red sun rises from the east again, and the weathered wooden door is slowly opened, letting in the early dawn chirping of birds. There were not many people on the street, so the waiter was busy putting down the stool that had been upturned all night from the table and preparing tea. "Bet or not, there must be a wedding party passing by today." Ah Chen put the sweat towel on his shoulders and shouted into the room. "How do you know what auspicious day today is?" Amo stopped what he was doing and saw the silhouette facing the sun, smiling at her. "It's nothing, it's a new day, without origin or reason."