To Mo Ling, everything in this city was novel.
The things were novel, and so were the people.
Sometimes, even the conversations of passersby could make Mo Ling stop for a long while. Only when they cast disdainful looks his way would he pretend to be merely passing through and slink away.
"Really interesting."
He wandered and stopped as he pleased, sometimes pausing beside lines of moving mounts to watch, sometimes turning into the Small Alleys between the buildings.
Nearly every small alley contained a few young couples, dressed in flamboyant finery and leaning against the walls, two "flowers" pressed together. When Mo Ling approached, the two "flowers" would separate and turn to look at him in unison. Only then could Mo Ling make out their faces amid the "petals."
They seemed to resent Mo Ling's sudden approach, their eyes full of distaste. He could only hurry away.
The combinations of these "flowers" were rather diverse.
Male flowers with female flowers, male flowers with male flowers, female flowers with female flowers. Mo Ling had even seen three flowers pressed together, like a swaying Flower Patch. When he approached, the Flower Patch opened up again, revealing three delighted faces. One of the flowers even extended a hand and lightly crooked a finger at Mo Ling, seemingly inviting him to join the Flower Patch.
Faced with such an "enthusiastic" invitation, Mo Ling could only quicken his pace and flee the small alley. Yet the curiosity in his heart drove him to turn into the next one...
After looking at those flamboyant outfits for so long, Mo Ling actually began to find them uniquely beautiful. Their colors were varied and their characteristics distinct. Other than being somewhat impractical, they had no real flaws.
Once Mo Ling realized that something had gone wrong with