It was Saturday.
Xiang Xueming spent some time to go back to Yun Hua.
Unlike his time in Yun Hua Hospital, where his time had to be counted with every twenty minutes as a unit, during his month in Bazhaixiang, Xiang Xueming's working hours had returned to normal. His sleep had also returned to normal, and he could also defecate normally.
Before he walked down the coach bus, Xiang Xueming even felt that life like this was quite good.
Then, he raised his head and saw the 1601 feet-tall Peaceful Clouds Building.
Peaceful Clouds Building had its walls made entirely of glass, and it was built ten years ago. At that time, the concept of light pollution had not become a trend in the country yet. Therefore, this iconic building was like a sparkling gigantic glass stick that shone brightly from every angle.
When Xiang Xueming was pursuing his studies, he kept hearing about how ugly was Peaceful Clouds Building from his classmates in Yun Hua.