Last night had passed.
What was past was past; bygones were like smoke, easily scattered by the wind.
To the ordinary citizens of Steel City, it had merely been the first day of the city celebration. It might indeed have brought all manner of surprises, but it was hardly worth dwelling on.
But things were different for the newspapers.
Whether it was the film that had appeared in the opera hall or the various novelties displayed at the exposition, all had drawn countless eyes. This left staff at innumerable newspapers caught in a dilemma that was both joyful and painful.
A film suddenly appeared at yesterday's opera hall! Had the outsiders reached a partnership with the Elder Council?
Basically, the front-page headlines of every newspaper had already been taken over by the film.
Of course, mixed in were also the latest news and entertainment gossip that interested the public.
The accidental fatal fall of Donald, leader of the Rose Opera Troupe, had not caused a single ripple.
It was as though everyone had tacitly agreed to ignore the matter. The newspapers did not mention it in the slightest.
Even the audience members who had witnessed it firsthand did not care much about it. They did not think it had truly happened, treating it only as an Easter egg.
The morning breeze brushed through the treetops beyond the window. The potted plants on the sill swayed gently. The dawn was warm, and the sunlight slanted softly.
The food on the dining table gave off an enticing aroma.
Luo Chuan took a sip of hot porridge. Warmth spread from his mouth all the way to his stomach, while the rich fragrance of milk lingered for a long while.
"Are you going out again today?"
One side of Anno's cheek was puffed out.