Fang Che walked along the main street of the North District.
The cold winter day, with a weak sun.
Yet, this bustling street was still crowded with people, and the shops on both sides were even more packed.
After walking dozens of yards, the people here had no idea what was happening over there.
Everyone was busy with their own affairs.
The staff was hawking goods, the accountant was calculating, the shoppers were picking out items...
A scene of peace and harmony.
On the roadside, a young man selling fish was rubbing his hands, hopping from foot to foot to ward off the cold, while several half-dead fish lay in a large basin in front of him.
A young man swaggered by carrying a string of sugar-coated hawthorn.
Behind, a little girl in her mother's arms was pointing eagerly at the hawthorn: "Mom, mom, I want that, I want that..."
