Before I was eighteen years old, Yi Lang, who was sharp-tongued but had a great personality, was the only person I could trust. At least that was what I thought until I met Chen Ran.
Exactly five seconds after the subway disappeared, I vaguely felt that this sad land let out a long sigh of relief, as if it had been redeemed from some kind of sin. Deeply, that sound was absorbed into people's hearts.
But if you were from the perspective of God or an omniscient character in a novel, you should be able to see a man wearing a brown peaked cap on the other side of the subway station, getting on the No. 19 Subway train.
From that moment on, a ridiculous classic chase game of cat and mouse begins.