Eastgate Alley stretched from the eastern road of Celestial Square all the way to Cromwell Avenue. It was like a magnified *hutong*, encapsulating all of Imperia's history and past.
At this time of year, the trees lining the street were bare, their gnarled, intertwined branches reaching out. They complemented the modern architecture—a blend of Chinese and Western styles—weaving an atmosphere that was at once ancient and solemn, yet warm and inviting.
After a few moments of leisurely strolling, Lianne looked at the man beside her, raised a hand, and patted him. "Stop for a second."
Seth Sinclair raised an eyebrow slightly and stood still.
Lianne placed her palm flat on top of her own head to measure the distance between them, and frowned slightly. "How come I feel like you've gotten taller?"
Seth Sinclair chuckled slowly, wrapped an arm around her waist, and lifted her clean off the ground. "This petite size is just right for my girlfriend."
He set her back down.
