Dragon City Commercial Street.
It was noon, and the sun was shining brightly.
Pedestrians hurried along the street, occasionally looking up at the sky with disgruntled faces, cursing, "The sun's so intense, it's killing me!"
Several students, dressed in school uniforms, rushed out of the campus and instead of heading to the usual snack bars near the commercial street for lunch, they gathered inside a milk tea shop, urgently calling out to the owner, "Two large iced lemon waters, hurry up!"
The milk tea shop owner beamed widely, too busy to wipe the sweat continuously dripping from his forehead, frantically preparing cup after cup of milk tea for the customers.
Near the commercial street, in a budget hotel.
Through the scorching light, a single room on the third floor had thick curtains completely blocking out the outside light.
