Night, half past eleven.
Haicheng, the lights of this city that never sleeps, are far behind Lin Yehan.
He rode the battery car covered with "On Time" stickers on the silent and deserted coastal road. The sea breeze blew into his face with a salty and wet smell, causing the long bangs on his forehead to fly randomly.
The last takeout order was delivered to the wealthy area on the top of the mountain, with a tip of fifty yuan added to the order. The customer was a drunken middle-aged man. When he took the takeaway, he patted him on the shoulder with a look of pity.
"Thank you for your hard work, young man."
Lin Yehan didn't say anything, just nodded, turned around and left.
He hated that look.
Sympathy and charity are like watching a dog wagging its tail and begging for mercy for a few dollars and bones.
He, Lin Yehan, is not a dog.
Returning to the convenience store at the foot of the mountain, he bought the cheapest bottle of ice water and drank half of it in one go. The cold liquid slid down his throat and into his stomach, temporarily suppressing the nameless anger in his heart.
The phone vibrated. It was a message from Ah Hao, a colleague at the takeaway station.
