Late spring is a beautiful season, with a gentle drizzle falling on the streets, the clear rainwater mixed with fallen leaves and petals flowing along, students riding bicycles to school by the roadside, and alley cats nimbly leaping through puddles, lazily licking their paws under the shelter of an air conditioner unit.
For a moment, the bustling traffic on the streets came to a halt, the massive billboard at the roadside flickered with light and shadow, and the holographic projection screen lit up.
Students buying breakfast in the convenience store looked up at the TV, commuters on the bus stared at the news on their phones, dumbfounded, and the elderly who were reading the morning paper early widened their eyes as if they had witnessed something unbelievable.
