Monday.
At half-past seven in the morning, the majority of the working population had just set out from their homes, hitting the metro at its most crowded time with everyone still on their way.
Though Da Du was bustling, most commercial streets didn't start business until nine o'clock, so at this time, the streets usually only had a scatter of pedestrians and weren't crowded since most shops were still closed.
However, a small queue had already formed in front of a certain shop on Lipu Street today.
When Zhou Yexin arrived at the sleep-talker's at eight, she was taken aback and double-checked twice... these people were queuing up in front of her own shop, and they came as a group, a minibus parked not far away.
"Everyone line up in order."
A woman seriously urged beside the queue, "No cutting in line."
The few people in line looked exhausted, tired and numb, but unexpectedly obedient.
Zhou Yexin furrowed her brows, feeling that this woman seemed familiar...
She remembered!
