"This place is..."
When it was around one or two in the morning, the young people arrived at a deep blue iron gate.
Xu Xiangyang stood in front of the gate, beginning to ponder its origins and why it was there, among other far-fetched topics.
The towering steel gate was spotted with rust, and the wall's flaking limewash seemed to be covered with a dense layer of shadow.
After leaving the congested overpass, Xu Xiangyang and the others were unsure of where to go. They decided to head first in the direction of the suburbs.
As for how to get out of the city, whether it was on foot or finding a way around the obstacle of those people, taking a train, or a bus... that was something to be discussed later.
Though their actions were unplanned, Xu Xiangyang didn't find the situation too terrible.
Since even he didn't know where they would go next, conversely, their movements would be equally difficult for others to predict.
