Modu, as dusk fell.
The last traces of the sunset's afterglow quietly faded away with the rising city lights and the flickering neon signs.
A gentle breeze blew through the streets, swaying the plane trees on both sides, rustling their leaves, bringing with it the moist air from the riverbank, mixed with the faint scent of gardenia, brushing against Lin Chuan's face.
Lin Chuan, new to Modu, received an enthusiastic welcome from Youyou, the "host," to this "fierce general."
From the airport to the police station, then to the hotel.
Throughout the journey, not to mention her company, Youyou now took Lin Chuan to a traditional restaurant called 'Moon Full Over West Tower.'
"Youyou, you've worked hard."
Lin Chuan was moved.
Even a scene from a struggling author's fantasy would be like this.