The city is crying.
The cold rain in November has been falling continuously for three days. The light of neon lights is soaked in the wet asphalt road, reflecting a kind of morbid prosperity. At eleven o'clock in the evening, the "Blues" cafe located on the edge of the city center was preparing to close. The warm orange light was in stark contrast to the miserable wind and rain outside the window.
Waiter Lin Wei yawned and began to wipe the last table. Just then, the wind chime on the door rang.
A man walked in. He was wearing a long, elegant black windbreaker. He was tall and thin. Rain dripped down the corners of his clothes, spreading a small patch of dark color on the floor. There was no expression on his face, and his facial features seemed to have been carefully carved with a carving knife, with clear lines, but his eyes were as deep as the night outside the window, showing no emotion. The most eye-catching thing is that he is holding an extremely exquisitely crafted classical Western-style doll about thirty centimeters tall. The doll wears a lace dress, has blond curly hair, rosy cheeks, and blue glass eyes that glow strangely under the light.
