The autumn rain in Jiangcheng always carries a lingering coldness.
Thin raindrops enveloped this bustling steel jungle like a spider web, and the halo of neon lights was shattered in the puddles, reflecting mottled colors.
There was a huge crowd at the exit of the high-speed rail station. Passengers either hurried to the private car that picked them up from the station, or waved anxiously to hail a taxi. In this noisy market scene, a young man wearing a gray trench coat that was washed out and turned white looked out of place.
His name is Qin Yuan.
