At five in the morning, Qing Chen stood at the entrance of the Black Swan Restaurant.
Many people on the street were pushing carts filled with freshly made soy milk and steamed buns.
Usually, only the wealthy can afford such food, but the Fourth District is an exception. Here, there are dancers and waiters who have just earned their tips.
And various people trying to make a living in this district known for its abundant nightlife, all living lavish and indulgent lives.
Only in the morning can they become sober.
This time is the quietest in the Fourth District, yet it's also the most lively.
The dancers stood by the roadside, waiting for taxis, no longer dressed in glamorous and skimpy outfits, but wrapped in thick coats.
The atmosphere was no longer so crazy, and everyone seemed to have returned from another wild world back to reality.
The bun seller was all smiles, but the sellers themselves probably couldn't bear to eat a bun.
