It had been raining continuously for nearly a month, and the raindrops were so big that they felt a biting cold pain when they hit the body. Huo Xi looked coldly at the pouring rain outside the window. The dark green eyes under his eyes were already telling Huo Xi that he was tired. Even though his face was covered with stubble and his unkempt hair, it still couldn't block the aura exuded by Huo Xi's delicate facial features.
He hadn't eaten for three days, and thoughts were biting at his heart like a cunning snake, making him breathless. The ashtray on the table had already overflowed, and the ash was scattered on the glass coffee table with the wind that came in.
Intention: A passerby's survival strategy