The feeling of the rain to her nose and mouth was like mint. Lu Yuque wrapped her robe tighter and looked up—this was her first visit to this unfamiliar grand city.
Just as it is described in the books, it is far more west, more north, colder and more rigid than Huazhou, yet it seems more spacious and clean.
The city feels very heavy. You can sense it from the stone roads underfoot—in Huazhou, paved roads are always thin and wide planks; here, they are small and heavy bricks squeezed tightly together, trodden over unknown years until they became one.
Everything in the city was unfamiliar, so Lu Yuque didn't concern herself with the pedestrians. She carried an umbrella and walked along the street, calculating the suitable location to post notices.
And it wasn't until she reached the first crossroad that she suddenly realized, paper is not waterproof.
It cannot be pasted on a wet wall.
Lu Yuque stood still for a moment and sighed.
