Xihua Street was one of the more prosperous areas in Haicheng. It was close to evening, and twilight was quickly approaching. There were many people coming and going. Some wandered the streets, and some hurried home after work. People came and went, full of the hustle and bustle of the mortal world.
Liuyun Lane was a relatively old alley. Usually, very few people went there. Compared to the noisy and lively street outside the alley, it was much quieter here, especially in the evening.
There was an old-fashioned embroidery shop in Liuyun Lane called the Shen Embroidery Shop. Some people walked past it, and dogs barked. The old man sitting at the door of the old shop next to the alley was probably in his seventies or eighties.
For as long as anyone could remember, the Shen Embroidery Shop had already existed.
The sky gradually darkened. The Shen embroidery shop was not closed. The lights in the shop were on, but no one was watching the shop.
