Time flies, spring comes and autumn goes, and before you know it, another year has passed.
The Capital City seems unchanged, yet in truth, it transforms every day.
For instance…
The street vendors are different from those twenty years ago, and the big pagoda tree not far from the East City Gate is more lush than before.
The row of shops at the East Street Market still stands, but the shopkeepers have been replaced by young people.
The bustling in the West Market remains, but the pedestrians coming and going on the street are from a new generation.
Zhao Junyao and Xia Ruqing left the palace in civilian clothes.
The two sat in a simple green pagoda tree oil carriage, strolling from the West Market to East Street, from the north of the city to the south, indulging in a whole day's wanderlust.
As the sun set and twilight enveloped.
They got off the carriage hand in hand, walking the bustling streets of the Capital City.
It was The Sunny March.
