At twilight, the setting sun dyed the river in layers of golden hues.
The dock at the riverbank was a scene of bustling activity: dockworkers in short shirts revealing sturdy arms, bellhops bowing and scraping as they carried luggage for guests, and, of course, children with thin, soot-stained fingers begging along the street.
Ji Fanzhen stood by the river, lowering his gaze to take it all in.
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