The internet café on Willow Lane was still open as usual, but its signboard and owner had changed.
The rundown northern district of the city seemed to have a new development plan. The old, unused railway tracks had been flattened and covered with gravel, and even the drainage ditch beneath the bridge had been filled in.
Gone were the reckless punks with dyed yellow hair speeding down the road; now, the most common sight was students with backpacks heading to school.
Bright yellow school uniforms paired with red scarves, accompanied by laughter and chatter along the way.
Perhaps noticing that Hannah was staring, the taxi driver took the initiative to explain to her, "The northern district has slowly started to develop over the past two years. The abandoned buildings on the old street have been demolished, a new school has been built, and the surrounding area has been zoned so kids in the neighborhood can conveniently attend."
