Nanhong Road.
A white BMW pulled into the park's parking space nearby, and An Chan got out of the driver's seat, closing the door with a backward motion, her gaze casting far toward the river dam where she saw the vague crowd.
She had a classmate from high school, rarely in touch, who was setting up a stall in the night market.
Moreover, she still had some affection for the Huishui River, as she had visited relatives here in her childhood and had run through the field by the Yao Wang River.
"What a pity, Uncle Bi is in prison."
Upon this thought, An Chan couldn't help but sigh a bit.
Alone, she strolled along the riverside, the wind brushing against her face, making her feel quite leisurely.
'Staying in a small town may not be a bad life choice.' An Chan gazed at the slowly flowing Huishui River, and the obsession in her heart dissipated a lot.
