When Yan Huan got off the Golden Lion Group's car, it was already dusk.
Despite having to start school tomorrow, and with many things still weighing on his mind, returning to a familiar environment made Yan Huan's heart suddenly relax.
He actually really liked the nightscape of the South District.
By day, the old walls, marked and covered with traces, would hide in the darkness, replaced by the dazzling, multicolored neon lights.
In the boundaries of the neon lights, the bustling traffic on the roads seemed to be the blood coursing through the veins, bringing vitality to Linmen.
Like Yan Huan, not everyone studying or working in Jinghe District could afford the high rent, so they always had to return here or to Luqiao District at night...
Perhaps because of this fresh blood, the South District at night was a bit less chaotic and had a little more life.
