May 11 was supposed to be a Saturday.
But because of the shift system that was implemented during the May Day holiday, today was still a workday for most people.
Xi'an awakened in the first light of dawn.
The contours of the city gradually became clear within the light mist, the horizon brushed with a gentle orange, and the ancient city walls seemed as if gilded.
As the sun slowly rose, the city filled with the scent of life.
On the street corners, breakfast vendors had already begun bustling about. Steaming buns, fried dough sticks, and various types of noodles released tempting aromas. Commuters hurried by, some holding a cup of soy milk or spicy soup, rushing to the bus stations or subway entrances, embarking on their new day's work journey.
On this ordinary day,
there was nothing unusual in Xi'an.
Unnoticed by anyone,
Chen Yun, who hadn't been captured by any surveillance cameras and was seldom remembered by passersby, had set out early on his journey to leave Xi'an.
