No matter what everyone thinks, the train continues towards its destination, just when Gong Ruini feels she's about to go crazy, Yangcheng appears before her.
"Wow, this is Yangcheng." Gong Ruini, having traveled for so long, sees Yangcheng for the first time, though not as splendid as in the future, it's still enough to shock her.
"Such tall buildings."
"So beautiful."
No matter how the group feels about Yangcheng, they can only say, "It's quite different from Beijing."
"That's for sure." Wan Qiweng walks to the window in the corridor, "My grandfather used to say, this place has always been avant-garde, since the late Qing Dynasty."
"Beijing, after all, is an ancient capital through six dynasties, many things are unique to Beijing."
"Yangcheng is different; it's a young, vibrant city."
Wan Qiweng looks nostalgic; back then, it was a happy family, but alas.
