บท 136: Her Little Home

Large buildings and colorful walls that surround the area of Khabarovsk makes Daime think that why does Primo's aunt does not live in a city like this.

The taxi passes through a small park that doesn't look like a park at all. For Daime, it looks like a large monument for a dead president or the country's national hero if ever they even have one.

"This is the North Park, you can have a private tour around this park just pay the right price."

Daime chuckles at the taxi driver's statement. He stares out more to look at the park's nature attraction and frowns at how sad it looks like with all the whites and little gold.

"Why does the place is only covered in white structures? Where are the colors?"

Daime's question makes him sound like a toddler asking at every nook and canny of the park. The driver chuckles at his question and slowly stops at the stop light.