The night rain on the Yangtze River seems to never stop.
Cold raindrops hit the glass windows of the high-speed train and flowed down, distorting the darkness outside the window that was rapidly retreating and cut into pieces by the lights. The heating in the car was turned on at full speed, but it couldn't dispel the chill and dead silence that penetrated the bone marrow. The air was filled with the smell of disinfectant, old leather seats and old air conditioning systems, as well as a lighter, more dangerous smell - the rust of metal, the sweetness of blood, and... The remaining pressure of dragons.
