Yin Nian wiped the rain off his face. His lenses had already been blurred by the rain, so he simply took them off and stuffed them into the side pocket of the takeout box. The black take-out clothes had long been soaked through and clung tightly to his body, outlining his muscular outlines that were not exaggerated but had strong lines. The awning of the electric car could not block the torrential downpour, and the cold rain poured down his neck, making him shiver from the cold.
