Lin Ye lowered the brim of his black hoodie, and rainwater dripped along the edge of the fabric onto the old scar on his wrist. The scar was left when he defended his boss from a knife three years ago. It crawled across his pale skin like a twisted centipede. He leaned against the brick wall at the back door of the "Xingsheng" nightclub, holding a cigarette that was about to burn out between his fingertips. He suddenly came back to his senses when the cigarette butt burned to his fingertips, and pressed the cigarette on the water-filled steps, causing small splashes of water.
