The sun sets and the moon rises, time flies by, fleeting as a moment.
Outside the window, seagulls fly freely, perching on the railing, savoring the lingering fishy smell. Hu ao crawls up from the messy bed, sitting there in a daze for a long time until he notices the neatly placed clothes at the corner of the bed.
Those are the clothes Hu ao rented from the clothing store yesterday. He wagered half a month's salary on them. He reaches out to pick them up; they are clean and elegant. Thinking carefully, he realizes he has never encountered such things in his life, and he finds it difficult to imagine what he would look like wearing them.
