Binhai City, three o'clock in the morning.
The cold rain is like countless fine needles, pricking every corner of the city, washing away the hustle and bustle under the neon lights, and covering up the sins in the shadows.
Deep in the urban village, a narrow, muddy alleyway is filled with the rancid smell of trash cans and the smell of rain.
Lin Feng leaned against the mottled wall, half of his body hidden in the deeper shadow cast by the trash can. He was wearing a black hoodie that had been washed white, and the hood was pulled down low, covering most of his face, leaving only a tight jaw and thin lips pursed in a straight line.
Rain dripped down the brim of his hat, making tiny ripples in the puddles at his feet. New works are released. Welcome to Tomato Novel to read my works. I hope you all like them. Your attention is the motivation for my writing.
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