The heavy rain hit the roof of the Bentley, like someone scraping iron with an iron spoon. Shen Xiao stood in the middle of the parking lot. His white T-shirt was soaked and stuck to his spine. A drop of water slid along his collarbone and into the waistband of his jeans. He held a stack of paper in his hand. The edges of the paper were soft from the rain, and the ink stains turned into gray-blue scars.
