April 21st.
The morning air in Shucheng was filled with the distinct freshness and vitality of spring.
Sunlight gently filtered through the thin mist, casting a delicate golden radiance on the quaint, historical streets.
Bai Shi, wearing an elegant hat, wandered the quiet yet bustling streets in the morning, holding a fresh flower he had just bought from a corner florist.
It was a newly bloomed lily, pure and flawless, as if it could purify the hustle and bustle around it.
Today, he had arranged to go to the movies with Sun Huwen, so he had prepared the flower early.
However, as he was immersed in the morning light and the fragrance of the flower, a subtle feeling began to linger in his heart—the peculiar sensation of being watched.
At first, he merely glanced sideways.
Using the corner of his eye, he scanned his surroundings but didn't notice anything unusual.
Pedestrians hurried on their way and vendors busied themselves with their business; everything seemed normal.
