The Forbidden City, resplendent in gold and jade, surrounded by its red walls and multitude of gates.
This is the very Forbidden City that beckons to people's dreams.
It has been fifteen years since my last visit to the Forbidden City.
Back then, I was still a child with an air of innocence.
Afterward, in pursuit of mastering Martial Arts, I dedicated myself to closed-door training and never returned to the Forbidden City.
...
Outside the Forbidden City.
The local store and supermarket owners were complaining—
"It's really strange, why enforce a traffic control and mess up my business?"
"Yes, it's going to last until the morning after next."
"There are definitely fewer cars today."
"If tourists can't come in, won't the Forbidden City turn into a ghost town? What are they thinking?"
"Alas, no use complaining, just endure it, it'll be over the day after tomorrow."
"Sigh—"
As the owner turned to enter his store, a figure suddenly emerged from behind.