When the Seattle July wind wrapped in sea fog hit his face, Zhou Yanchu truly felt that he had left his home in the Mid-Levels of Hong Kong, where the smell of black tea and legal classics was always lingering.
The gunfire in the outdoor cafe tore through the afternoon, and the gangster's gun barrel was pressed against her temple: "Is Pu Xi Jin's girlfriend right? Let him pay for one million in ransom!"
She opened her mouth, but no sound came out of her throat - she didn't know the man named Pu Xijin at all.
On a rainy night when she was penniless and had her passport stolen, Pu Xijin appeared in front of her holding an umbrella.
His fingertips brushed the dried blood on her face: "Are you afraid?"
She looked at the holes torn by bullets in his suit, and suddenly remembered the sentence in "A Dream of Red Mansions":
"The shadow of the crane crosses the cold pond, and the soul of the flower is buried in the cold moon."
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