The rain in Xinggang City smelled of sea and stuck to the skin stickyly.
Su Wan stood by the narrow window of the low-rent apartment, unconsciously pressing his left shoulder with his left hand.
The old injury was like an alarm that never failed. It throbbed faintly every time this humid weather came, reminding her of a past that had ended but was far from over.
The windowpane reflected an overly calm face, with cold brows and eyes, and the skin looked a bloodless white under the low-quality energy-saving lamps.
She looked no different from any young woman who came to this bustling city to seek a life, except for her eyes - those eyes were too quiet, as quiet as a frozen lake, but underneath there was something dormant that could crush prey in an instant.
She closed the curtains to isolate herself from the noisy neon lights and mixed smells of the night market downstairs.
The cheap carpet smelled musty, mixed with the sweet smell of cheap scented candles coming from next door.
The room is small, with one bed, one table and one suitcase.
Simple to the point of almost nothing.
