Lingxiao's Ling, Lingxiao's Xiao

The Jiangcheng platform was shrouded in sticky twilight, and the K478 train rushed into the platform with rainwater. At the junction of the carriages, a young man in a white-washed denim jacket looked out the window at the neon lights, and there was a galaxy of disillusionment deep in his pupils - the celestial mirror was analyzing the city's 3,700 "luck trajectories."