Three days later, on a southern island of Huaxia Country.
At dusk, even in the winter, the island doesn't feel cold. The sunset hangs red in the sky, as large as a millstone, and strikingly beautiful, emitting its last rays. The sky is a bit gray, suggesting nightfall is imminent. The bar street on the island has already become lively, with countless tourists gathering in small groups, either chatting in open-air cafes or drinking and listening to music in indoor bars, enjoying themselves leisurely.
In the middle of the bar street, there's a tea house. In this era when young people prefer the frenzy of bars and the sophistication of cafes, the tea house seems deserted, with only one table of young customers. The men are handsome and efficient-looking, while the women are valiant and beautiful, clearly not ordinary individuals.
