The raindrops were like hammers hitting the concrete, and the coldness penetrated into the bones. Shen Chutang raised his head, his vision darkened under the iron gray sky. The iron chain of the prison door has rusted into dark red, and the lamppost at the door swayed and gave off a weak yellow light.
Her fingers clasped tightly around a piece of warm jade. There were tiny cracks on the jade surface, like traces of being burned by fire, but there was a slight flow of heat on the fingertips. The pain of vasoconstriction was offset by the heat, and there was only one thought in my mind - to leave.
