Whenever a festival is tied to love, people tend to be exceptionally passionate.
Thus, the annual Flower God Festival is always a grand celebration.
The streets are bustling with people, laughter and joy all around.
The marketplace is bustling, lively and crowded.
The myriad of colors and flowers gloriously celebrating the Flower God.
Fengming Palace.
This place is quiet.
Because of its political and unique nature, the people living here cannot laugh loudly when happy, nor cry out loud when sad.
All emotions must be hidden, to be slowly digested and absorbed over time.
Everyone lives cautiously.
A black Phoenix car drove up to the west gate of Fengming Palace, where the guards saluted and signaled to present documentation.
The car window rolled down, Qian Taian's bald head appeared, handing over the pass he held.
The soldier checked the document, glanced inside the car, and asked: "A new driver? Why haven't I seen him before?"
