The afternoon sunlight, like fine gold dust, poured through the half-drawn curtains, scattering mottled patterns of light and shadow across the wooden floor of the restaurant.
The air was suffused with the faint aroma of rice and the warm scent of freshly stir-fried dishes, weaving together a serene and cozy prelude to the afternoon.
Inside the restaurant, the few scattered patrons were each immersed in their own worlds.
Some savored the delicacies in front of them, occasionally looking out the window with an expression of contentment and peace; others conversed in low, soft tones that didn't disturb those around them, adding a touch of life's rhythm to the atmosphere.
Wu Yuansheng sat quietly at the dining table.
For the moment, he was somewhat perplexed by the stranger's recent actions.
Who am I? Where am I? What am I doing?
Why did a crazy person come up to me out of the blue and speak a line of poetry that made no sense to me?
