In late autumn, Xue Lin Road was blanketed in withered yellow plane tree leaves.
A fierce gust of wind swept past, sending the leaves swirling through the air.
As Chen Yansen drove past, he could hear a maintenance worker grumbling, "I have to sweep this place every single day. When are these leaves ever going to finish falling?"
The man brandished a large broom over a meter long and glanced up at the sky. To the students, the plane trees were a beautiful sight, but to him, they were an instrument of torture, a source of endless misery.
'No wonder all the plane trees in Chunshen were replaced with camphor trees a few years later.'
Chen Yansen thought to himself as he glanced out the window.
A moment later, an Aston Martin Rapide drove slowly out of the East Gate of Xuyuan before speeding off toward the Science and Technology Park.
Autumn in Northern Huian was bleak. The birch trees lining the streets were bare, with only a few scattered leaves clinging to their branches.
