The Leyada District is the least modernized area in the city.
The Good Fortune Orphanage has been powered with electricity, yet the surrounding shantytowns remain shrouded in darkness, with candlelight and lanterns providing faint glimmers along the wet streets.
Occasional pedestrians cast long, wavering shadows beneath the weak candlelight.
Everything seems like a silent, centuries-old film reel.
No sounds, the colors are stale, flickering candle flames add an aged sepia tone to the scene before him.
There are a few breaths.
Gu Weijing can almost imagine that in the next moment, at the end of the long alley in front of the orphanage, a female painter with sunlight-colored golden-red hair and features as exquisite as a Greek statue will emerge.
