6:30 PM.
Twilight had just begun to paint the eaves of Old West Gate red when the neon lights of Shouning Road's pedestrian street flickered on one by one.
"Xiangba Island Lobster," "Erzi Barbecue"...
The red-and-yellow light-box signs, worn and mottled by the years, exuded the quiet confidence of long-established food stalls.
About twenty shops simultaneously rolled up their shutters. Plastic round tables were arranged in two rows along the sidewalk, and the orange-red plastic chairs glowed warmly under the streetlights, trimming the street with a vibrant, lively border.
This was Shouning Road.
Modu wasn't just a city of towering, tightly packed skyscrapers; in its nooks and crannies, one could also find alleys thick with the smoke and fire of everyday life.
Lin Shen arrived at the intersection and felt as if he had been transported through time in an instant.
