Limit of 500 words I walked alone on the Bund and let the sun burn me. I don't know why I came to Shanghai, and I don't know why I exposed myself naked to the blazing white sun on such a hot summer day. I was just walking on the Bund in Shanghai in a daze.
Before the sun went down, I picked up a strange shell on the river beach. Blood red. Broken, like a twisted human face. I took it back with me. It's like I came to Shanghai just to find such a shell.
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