On the bustling streets of New York, a woman pulling a suitcase was walking.
She looked at the watch on her wrist, walked to the side of the road, and hailed a taxi. The driver got out and put her luggage in the trunk before she sat in the back seat. "West Street."
"OK."
She clicked the window, and the familiar buildings and places passed by quickly. After three years away, the city was still the same as she remembered, but the people were different.
The driver glanced at the person in the rearview mirror and asked, "Miss, are you just back from abroad?"
She was dressed in simple and elegant clothes and had an extraordinary temperament. He guessed she lived in a romantic and literary country.
"Yes..."
After a fifteen-minute drive, the car drove from the city into West Street.
Ava gazed outside with deep concentration. She didn't feel any changes in the city center, but the changes in the suburbs were earth-shaking.
