When the car entered the city, it was already past eight.
Wuxun City isn't big, yet it's bustling with people and vehicles, the night market is lively.
The houses here are different from those in Yanchuan; most are standalone small buildings, and down an entire street, each house is connected to the next, door to door.
Zhou Huaiyi's house is located on a street near the city center, with a simply decorated health clinic on the ground floor.
Everything was extremely unfamiliar; the clinic's glass door was open, with two patients inside receiving IV drips, and a bright and beautiful woman was dispensing medicine at the pharmacy counter. She was dressed fashionably, looking quite young, and there was something familiar about the way her eyebrows moved.
