The sounds of shouting and hawking are endless, and the night alleys are brightly lit.
Looking around, there is a flourishing scene.
Max stood in the middle of the road, the crowd passing by, and he seemed out of place alone.
In just a blink of an eye, he arrived in this strange place. No, maybe it's not unfamiliar.
He carefully observed the style of the surrounding buildings and the clothes of the people walking by, and thought to himself: This is still Blake Jing's hometown. It's just a different place.
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