The black clouds devastated the city, and the clamorous night wind surged in through the window, making Yan Zhi's long hair flutter, the pitch-black strands cutting through her line of sight.
From the height of the 37th floor of the commercial building, the view of the old district of Beijing could be fully captured.
The crisscrossed transport hubs, like blood vessels flowing with golden orange blood, as a child who grew up in Beijing, the old district was where Yan Zhi attended kindergarten and elementary school.
She went to and from school every day at the children of cadres' school. When she was very young, she always followed after Yan Nanxun, and later, the Shi Madam and Shi Lord often came to pick her up along with Shi Yan.
She remembered the candies and cakes Shi Madam bought for her, and Shi Lord could always find various reasons to buy her gifts.
