Sa Lan took the evening newspaper and looked at the large typeface headlines, feeling a little uncomfortable. He turned around and asked the woman leaning by the window what she was thinking.
"Is someone named Song worthy of your protection?"
The woman smiled mockingly, shook her head, raised the wine glass in her hand to him, and drank it.
"This is what you taught me. If you want to hide among a flock of crows, you have to make yourself as black as them."
He tightened his blouse, walked slowly to the sofa opposite Sa Lan, sat down, and poured himself another glass of wine.
"Only in this way will they not dare to bully me.
Someone told me that this is a story that is not long but needs to be savored carefully.
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