The light in the corner was dim, almost covering a person, and half of his body was in shadow. There is a faint smell of smoke. On the side of Jingran, the white cigarette sticks are slender, and at the end of the cigarette sticks are thin lips with cold lip lines.
In the middle of the cigarette stick, there are pale and slender fingers with slightly protruding joints, and the black silver ring stands out.
We met three times, once in the woods, once in a dream, and once at the south corner of the third floor of Building J.
The third time we meet, I know you are a woman, a woman with a black ring, thin, tall, and Rocky. London likes to be in the shadows, alone, whether in the woods, in dreams, or behind walls.