Compared to the frequently visited West Mountain and Wuhua, Old Chenggong Town really couldn't be described as glittering with bright lights. Those old streets, the green-mossed or yellowing walls of the houses, and the lush trees lining the roads all exuded the scent of daily life: firewood, rice, cooking oil, and salt.
The beauty of the new district lay in its nightlife, with streets glowing in neon and revelry.
Meanwhile, the mornings in the old district were brimming with vitality, its evenings carrying a unique atmosphere of everyday hustle and bustle.
By the roadside, many tricycles were selling sugarcane, sugar-roasted chestnuts, and tangerines, and quite a few shops had already closed their doors. However, some of the old stores had just begun to roll up their shutters, emitting the smell of cooking oil as they quietly waited for old friends to visit.
Four figures slowly emerged from this one-way street.
