In the early morning of spring, the air is always so fresh. Sitting on the steps outside the station, watching the busy people passing by with the salute, Guo Xihao was reluctant to give up in his eyes for such a moment.

I still remember when I first came to this city, looking at the scene here, it was messy and dirty, and there were many bad phenomena everywhere, which made the city look so filthy.

but now standing here, looking at the pictures of people coming and going here, this kind of scene is quite different from the original one.

I hate to leave. Every time I leave, I...