Pedestrians hurried by, either whispering or laughing aloud, their faces brimming with love and satisfaction for life.
Luo Chen strolled among the crowd, occasionally stopping to observe everything around him.
He noticed that the architectural style here was vastly different from that of Qingshi City, possessing more simplicity and ruggedness.
Every building seemed to be a witness to history, silently recounting past stories.
He couldn't help but enter a seemingly age-old teahouse, intending to rest there for a while and learn about the customs and traditions of Eastern Forest City.
Inside the teahouse, the aroma of tea filled the air, creating a tranquil and harmonious atmosphere.
Luo Chen found a spot by the window, ordered a pot of the local specialty, Biluochun tea, and sipped it leisurely.
The tea fragrance entered his mouth, crisp and sweet, as if it could wash away the dust and fatigue of his journey.
