In city A in late autumn, the weather is always cloudy and sunny.
At six o'clock in the evening, the sky was already as dark as if it had been splashed with ink. The strong wind rolled withered leaves and raged among the European-style villas in Dijingyuan. Thunder rolled in the distance, and an autumn rain had been brewing for a long time and could pour down at any time.
Lin Qian sat in front of the dressing table, looking at the pale but still delicate face in the mirror. She was wearing an old Chanel suit that didn't fit well - it was the most decent dress she could find, but it couldn't hide the heavy blackness and haggardness under her eyes.
