The sky was getting slightly dark, and the chirping of cicadas lingered in the air for a long time. The setting sun cast the last ray of sunlight into the dark alley. Without that noisy sound, it would have been quiet and peaceful.
Jiang Yiyao never thought that a prosperous city like Shanghai would have such an unsightly world, let alone that in this world, he would meet the light.
Intention: Redemption, put down the mask
