Price of Love

One day in a certain month of a certain year, a young man lit up a cigarette in a corner of the city, took a deep puff, and exhaled smoke from his mouth. He looked at the lower right corner of the screen and saw that the time was 3:29 in the morning. The fluorescent screen illuminated his face, which looked very vicissitudes of life. His eyes were a little moist, and his fingers were tapping the keyboard cleanly. Words like this appeared on the screen... This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.