The carriage headed south until a month later, it seemed that Danxuan had pushed back the past. But the hidden expectation in his heart, like a fish in his throat, always disturbs his thoughts from time to time.

In Bian'an, the carriage slowly stopped. Danxuan and Gong Xuedun stepped out of the carriage. Gong Xuedun followed Danxuan and looked around at the completely impossible street scenery in the south of the Yangtze River. His face was full of novelty, and his expression was like that of the first day of the wild man entering the city.

"My dear son, this Bian'an city is as soft and delicate as you said....