Zhuzhao South Lane

The rain in the south of the city always falls at night, wetting the bluestone road and the light of the sword hidden in the fireworks. Chen Jin guards the grocery store at the end of the alley and manages the rules of the teahouse. No one knows where he comes from. They only know that the order in the south of the city has always been engraved in the water where his leather shoes have run over. The halo of the red lantern is mixed with the scent of tea and blood. This is the city that belongs to him, and it is also the city that traps him.