7:05 AM.
Qing Chen was standing at the Xingfuli Station in District 5 of City 5, waiting for the light rail train to arrive on schedule.
He looked at everything in front of him, always feeling like he had forgotten something, yet it also seemed as if he had never remembered anything.
At 7:10, the light rail arrived.
Qing Chen stepped onto the train and quickly walked toward the second car.
He held onto the handle inside the car, his body swaying slightly with the train, which was weaving through buildings in the city's morning like a white flying horse.
Making a rumbling sound.
At 7:35, the light rail reached Gingko Station, where a massive ginkgo tree stood outside the window. In the autumn, the ginkgo tree's leaves had turned golden, scattered all over the ground.
The area within tens of meters of the ginkgo tree seemed to be coated in a layer of golden sunlight, solid and magnificent.
