The night in Jiangcheng has always been fascinating. The wind is flying, the river tide is swaying, and the fishing lights reflect the stars.

Driving slowly out of the city, the bustle and noise were left behind, making Fan Li feel relaxed. Through the car window, watching the lights of thousands of houses fading away, he took off his hat and fiddled with it casually in his hand.

The car drove towards the outskirts of the city and towards Lingshan.

On Lingshan ...