"Next stop, Ninth District, we are currently crossing the Wenlan-Core Cross-Sea Bridge, please hold on tight, passengers."
The electronic announcement slowly sounded in the swaying bus.
The passenger in the front row glanced outside; from this vantage point, they could already see the vast sea and the faint outline of the city on the other side.
The slender cross-sea bridge, like a long rainbow laid upon the earth, stretched over the calm sea to reach the island opposite.
That was the cross-sea bridge, a testament to the glory of Newland City-State. These long ribbons connected the scattered islands together, making the journey from one island to another no longer troublesome or protracted, upon which the magnificent Newland City-State was established.
Bright sunlight poured down from the sky; now it was midday, and the bridge wasn't very busy with traffic.
Today seemed as tranquil as the countless days that had passed before.