Follow You Like a Shadow

About This Novel

Zhang Xiaobei was sitting alone in the car smoking. He looked at the cigarette butt in the ashtray. This was already his seventh cigarette. It's raining outside, very hard. The rain washed away the car glass without restraint, leaving irregular rain marks. A bolt of lightning pierced the darkness, making Zhang Xiaobei's heart tighten. That moment of light reminded him of the wrinkles of varying depths on Lao Liu's twisted face before he died. Zhang Xiaobei cursed lowly and put out the cigarette. A little spark splashed out, flickered, and fell on the back of his hand, leaving a little gray-white mark.

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