This coastal city has blurred boundaries between the seasons.

The sea breeze always brings a hint of coolness, but never biting cold.

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, do you really not have any family at all?"

Shirley sat by the window folding paper while the caregiver behind her muttered as she tidied the bed.

"I should have been on vacation, but for you, I would have been back by now."

Her understanding of the caregiver's occasional dialect was limited.

Even that paper folding competition was something she figured out through guesswork a few days ago.

"Ah, stop folding, no one is participating in that competition."

The caregiver snatched the paper...