Jiang Haiyan leisurely walked around the vicinity of Mengbei Village, still not seeing the person she longed to meet, feeling a bit disappointed but she didn't linger.
When she turned to head out of the construction site, she glanced at her phone, it was just past eight.
At this hour, Binhai City District was bustling with bright lights and noise, but this demolition site was remote, far from the hustle and bustle, leaving only boundless silence, even the sound of the wind passing through the steel framework was distinctly clear.
A girl walking alone in this desolate place should be somewhat fearful.
But Jiang Haiyan had walked this path countless times, she couldn't be more familiar with it.
Besides, this was where she grew up, even though it had been torn down beyond recognition, there was still a faint sense of familiarity among the bricks and rubble that inexplicably comforted her.
