Marriage Proposal

Qingfu Street was an industrial area. Before work ended for the day, the whole place felt largely deserted.

All along the street were warehouses full of furniture, building materials, lighting fixtures, doors… Many of these places looked grand and resplendent, but cold and quiet all the same.

"I'll be off then. Thanks, boss." A young man in work clothes emerged from one of the construction materials wholesalers, turning to give his thanks to the manager within.

"Go on, go on. It's your birthday, right?" The manager smiled cheerfully. "Half an hour early won't make any difference."

Da Luo nodded, and then hurried for the stairs leading down to the subway.

He had to leave work early today, because he'd made plans with Shui Mo to have dinner together.

He took the train to Century Avenue, and the vista was filled with towering skyscrapers, at once awe-inspiring yet morose.