Chen Yi looked around, darting through the alleys, stepping over roof tiles and flying eaves, finally climbing onto a watchtower to gaze at the scene before him.
Undoubtedly the Capital City again.
Undoubtedly the memory of the Little Fox again.
The watchtower stood tall, the night wind howled.
Chen Yi gazed into the distance, familiar streetscape patterns entered his view, he could even see those familiar signboards afar, faintly discernible under the sparse lights, he recognized them all.
Unlike the familiar yet foreign sense of vagueness before.
It seems... it's in recent years?
Judging by the city's look and feel, it was somewhat similar to when he left, it should be just within the recent years.
As if yesterday reappearing...
But the Capital City evolves every day, details eventually differ, it's difficult to ascertain the exact year, moreover it's been a long time since he returned to the Capital City, his impressions of the place have all become somewhat blurred.
