On July 14, a heavy rain washed away the hustle and bustle of the city.
Lu Jin stood in front of the window, the cigarette ashes on his fingertips falling from the sound of rain. He smelled it - not the dampness of rain, not the burnt engine of the car downstairs, but some dangerous smell that had been deliberately sealed.
Shen Qingxian opened the window, and his pale fingertips traced the cold rain curtain. Twisted formulas and creeping shadows in the black mist appeared in his eyes: "They are coming... Just like three months ago."
"Axian, believe me," Lu Jin stuffed the blood-stained information into the inner pocket of his jacket, and the alcohol pheromones exploded in the rainy night, "This time, I will not let you be alone again."
And Shen Qingxian looked at him:
"Lu Jin, you'd better remember - there are some secrets that shouldn't be awakened in the first place."
Concept: What is exposed under pressure is human nature, what is discovered after interests is emotion