Traffic streamed along the bustling street, and pedestrians filled the pavements. It was summer, yet plenty of impeccably dressed gentlemen still wore suits and ties.
But there were even more young women in daring outfits, freely flaunting the charms of youth.
The day was sweltering. Zhang Xiao had changed into a T-shirt printed with the Great Wall, jeans, and casual shoes, and was wandering aimlessly with an ice cream in hand.
Although he had lived in Britain for over ten years, he had never really explored London beyond his school and the Chinese neighborhoods.
Thinking back, Zhang Xiao had lived in Jinling for over ten years in his previous life without visiting a single tourist attraction. Not exploring London was understandable enough.
The ice cream melted in his mouth, its sweet cream sliding smoothly down his throat with a lingering chill. It was so pleasant that his eyes narrowed in contentment.
The window of a shop on the corner reflected a dazzling glare. Zhang Xiao spread his fingers in front of his eyes and peered through the gaps.
A huge word in yellow letters came into view: Ferrari.
Beside it was an enormous emblem of a horse rearing up on its hind legs.
Ferrari?
Zhang Xiao paused. A sudden, powerful longing welled up inside him, and almost without thinking, he started toward the conspicuous shop.
As he pushed open the glass door, a wonderfully refreshing coolness washed over him, shutting out the surging heat.
The enormous showroom was bright and spotless. Sports cars gleamed beneath the lights, and passing pedestrians occasionally cast admiring, yearning glances through the windows.
Compared with the sloping, fish-shaped cars of his previous life, the nineties had fully embraced wedge-shaped designs. To Zhang Xiao, these cars already had the outlines of modern vehicles.
*Wouldn't every car