The dusk is dim, drizzle falls slantingly, and a thin layer of mist disperses in the air.
"Meichen, do you know?" A cold and biting voice filled with laughter.
"Chen?" The man dressed in a dandy and evil manner twirled the wine glass with his fingertips, paused, arched his eyebrows, and raised his eyes slightly, "Did they ask you to come?"
The uniformed man opposite was stunned for a moment, bowed his waist, and lowered his voice, "... Huh?"
He smiled faintly, evilly, "Okay."
"Cheng Mu, are you okay?"
"... How courageous are you? Do you dare to let me attack you?"
"... Why, are you still alienated?"
"... Dare you?... Get closer?"
"Cheng Mu."
Han Linsheng, the veteran figure of Meichen (a secret killer organization), had been hiding for several years in order to avoid the limelight, and was unexpectedly invited to join the organization again by a "Luo" (Meichen organization team is divided from high to low: Morning, Morning, Noon, Luo)
Idea: The cold wind is blowing, the sound of the sheng is echoing, and in the beautiful dusk, he looks at him and smiles.
