C535 Lift the Head That Just Hung down

The eighteenth day of the first lunar month, Qingdao.

A warm breeze blew from the depths of the ocean, caressing this beautiful coastal city. Adding to the fact that the Spring Festival was not long in the past, the smell of the new year had yet to completely fade, and the streets were filled with tourists and the beautiful scenery of the golden age everywhere.

In the morning