The afternoon in the Old Town brought with it a somewhat lazy sunlight.
Looking east from the rooftop terrace of the old seafood freezing plant, scattered residences lined the winding coastline, almost brushing against the waves.
The salty sea breeze crossed over the low rooftops, carrying the distant sound of cargo ships' whistles from the port, lazily drifting over.
By the concrete railing at the edge of the terrace stood a man and a woman, the man handsome and upright, the woman alluring and charming.
Downstairs in the hall and on the floors, the dull sounds of a drill boring holes and a hammer striking walls echoed intermittently.
The two continued their conversation undisturbed by the noise below, appearing relaxed and at ease.
"Whew—"
Lin Chuqiao exhaled softly, her hands casually resting on the rough cement railing.
The sea breeze tousled her silky black long hair, with a few strands clinging to her fair cheeks.
