March 2021, Awakening of Insects (Jingzhe).
At 11 o'clock in the evening, a ceremony had just been held in a large auditorium. The lights shone brightly as people trickled out one after another. By the roadside, a man in a black velvet suit stood holding an umbrella, rain dripping from its edges. He was tall and slender, occasionally taking out his phone to check it, looking a little anxious.
A black car stopped beside him, the window rolled down. "Qingzhou, get in!"