On the way back from "escaping", Liu Xiaobo secretly made up his mind that he must complete the thing this time. The weather report said that a typhoon would hit tonight, and the sound of the whirling leaves on both sides of the street confirmed its authenticity. The vendors seemed to have had the foresight. It was less than ten o'clock, and only a few mobile midnight snack carts that were not afraid of the wind and rain were still emitting steam. A gust of wind blew, and the floating plastic bags and the smell from the ditch rushed towards Liu Xiaobo, but he took a deep breath and felt extremely comfortable. At least it's much fresher than the magnificent karaoke room, he thought.
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