Lin Chengxian was walking on the street with a cup of coffee in his hand. Maybe he hadn't worked the night shift for a long time and was terribly sleepy this morning. However, he hadn't finished what his father asked him to do, and he didn't have much chance to rest.
Song Qingran also wandered aimlessly on the street. Her family did not put too much pressure on her. She lived a very free but boring life.
Lin Chengxian glanced across the street unconsciously. She didn't see anything, but she always felt like she missed something.
Song Qingran also looked at the pedestrians walking on the other side inexplicably. She only noticed a black piece of clothing and didn't pay attention to it.
This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.
