The courtyard is full of fallen leaves, and with a sigh, it's known that autumn has arrived.
In November, the imperial capital is submerged in the crimson leaves of thousands of trees, each leaf drifting with the wind until it turns into the mud of spring, making this metropolis—a fusion of the ancient capital and modern construction—resemble an unretouched painting.
On the bustling streets, office workers clad in coats due to the cooling weather come and go, laughter and chatter with colleagues and friends can faintly be heard.
"Have you seen 'Typhoon' yet?"
"What a coincidence, I'm going to the cinema tonight. I heard its rating has soared to 9.4 points; it's been years since a score this high was last seen."
That person spoke with a hint of expectation, "You might not believe it, but because of how busy I've been lately, my girlfriend and I haven't been on a date in a long time. I think this is absolutely an opportunity... I've heard the story is beautiful, isn't it?"
"..."
