Xin'an City.
On the street.
The father was holding his daughter's little hand.
Wandering aimlessly.
For half a day.
He just couldn't find a place to stay, but after a day of idling, he fell in love with this city at once with its clean and tidy streets, modern and brand-new buildings.
Transportation accessible in all directions.
Friendly people.
Good public order.
It all overturned his fixed impression of Myanmar.
It was hard to imagine that just three years ago, this was a remote mountainous area, where people lived by cultivating flowers and depended on walking for transportation, with barely any form of communication except shouting amidst the chaos.
Now.
A city as beautiful as a garden had been built.
"Daddy, I'm sleepy."
His daughter Nuo Nuo's voice.
Made him feel a surge of heartache.
