Seven Supremes

The evening sky is like an oil painting, with the distant moon hanging on it, red clouds covering the sky, and the earth turning red with shame. The people on the ground were all dressed in black, like a few black sesame seeds in white tofu or white sesame seeds in black cake, which were particularly inconspicuous. A group of dark men in black were standing on the street, majestic and high-spirited, with anger in their eyes and worry on their brows. Apart from the wind blowing and the meowing of cats, there was no other sound on the street. The silence was terrifying. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.