Time flies, slipping away bit by bit before one even notices, fleeting like a white horse galloping past a crack in a wall.
In the blink of an eye, the scorching gold of August had passed. Beijing, a megacity of 30 million, entered September, where the scent of osmanthus filled the air. The intense heat had faded, autumn’s chill was beginning to stir, and the year’s finest season was about to arrive.
At Blue Sky Creative Park, Nirvana Studio.
Chapter 154