It has been raining for several days in late autumn. Although it has stopped, it is still wet and cold. There are almost no pedestrians on the street. Even if there are, they are hurriedly passing by with their necks hunched, and the dead leaves are spinning stiffly in the wind. It has only reached Shenyou time, and the sky has already darkened. Deyue Tower, the largest building in Jiangning Mansion, is deserted. There are not many people in the daytime, and now there is almost no one left. I say almost, because the last customer was still sitting at the window, still thinking to himself, and he seemed to be quite drunk. The bartender yawned, and when the last customer left, he could close the shop. The guest looked to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face. The clothes on his body could be seen to be of the finest peony and white brocade, but they were stained with alcohol. There was a long tear on his right sleeve near the shoulder, but he let the tear hang down and ignored it. The bartender secretly sighed. He was probably a swinger from an aristocratic family. This kind of person would kill himself when he drank. I'm afraid it wouldn't be that easy to leave.
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