Twelve locations, each station symbolizes the myriad life stories of the city's residents.
Bit by bit collecting this information, Su Ming'an gradually sensed that an unknown iceberg seemed to be hiding beneath the sea, ready to unleash a turbulent tsunami at any moment. It could erupt suddenly and drown everything.
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The third last station, Dao Ya First High School. Su Ming'an encountered the class teacher, Xia Jiawen.
Xia Jiawen was all dressed up today, in a suit and leather shoes, holding flowers, wearing golden glasses, standing at the school gate waiting for someone.
"Su, skipping class for charity, I see." Xia Jiawen noticed the bread in Su Ming'an's hand: "You do well, and I'll pretend to forget you never ask for leave."
Su Ming'an's gaze fixated on the rose in Xia Jiawen's arms.
"Shh." Xia Jiawen promptly waved his hand: "Today is an important day for me, don't spill the beans and ruin my plans."
