On Sunday in the East Capital, the weather was beautiful—perfect for an outing.
However, on the overpass, countless vehicles lined up, forming a winding steel dragon.
The midday sunlight poured through the car windows, warming the interior but also adding a touch of heat to the waiting process.
Fang Cheng sat in the driver's seat, resting one hand on the steering wheel, inching forward bit by bit with the car in front.
Start, brake, start again, brake again.
The gas and brake pedals underfoot seemed to become two monotonous notes, playing the unique traffic rhapsody of the metropolis in alternating repetition.
"Brother Cheng...will we be late?"
A soft, weak voice sounded beside him, filled with obvious concern.
Sitting in the passenger seat was Zhou Xiumei, wearing a light blue fitted dress, her long hair smoothly draped over her shoulders.
In the sunlight, her jade-sculpted profile glowed, radiant and shining.
