Liu Yan threw the mineral water bottle into the trash can, and walked carelessly on one side of the road.
The man was wearing a black sweatshirt, ripped jeans and white sneakers. It started to rain gradually, so he put the hat of the sweatshirt on his head, hung it loosely on his back, carried a crossbody bag, and held a half-burned cigarette between his index and middle fingers, which was like a star.
She hurriedly ran through the red light when he was about to turn, and with the sirens blaring loudly around her, she timidly and courageously moved closer to him.
Under the lifeless light, two frail young men stood one behind the other, as if they were walking together in the cold night.
He thought there was no love in this world.
Until she stumbled in, tearing open a new light.
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