Lin Shu knew that if it got too late, staying alone by the river in a sparsely populated area could indeed be dangerous. The driver was right, and she didn't want to impose any further, so she could only agree with his suggestions.
Lin Shu walked the riverbank, gazing at the tall buildings and passing cruise ships. The city was so prosperous, but very few people were actually strolling by the water side.
Everyone seemed to be busy with their things. But their busyness didn't seem to be about enjoying life, but rather about other things. It was as if they were born to revel in the prosperity.
Lin Shu felt that she was not part of them. She was not born to enjoy prosperity. She was meant to root herself in the soil, as a stubborn yet well-grown weed.
She was ill-suited for the bustling city, yet she was forcefully brought into this colorful place. She rooted in the soil accumulated in the dark corners of the city, but she couldn't bloom into fragrant flowers.
