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Pan Suran is the kind of person who will not appear repeatedly in my life. Of course, if he also appears in your life, then maybe you will sigh like me, how can there be such a perfect bastard in the world. I don't mean any harm, especially to a bastard like Pan Seoran who is so unparalleled and courteous. He is about 1.8 Meters tall, and his appearance... Well, when most women see him, their hearts will flutter with excitement - but who knows? After all, I'm not a woman. His temperament always reminds me of an animal like a black horse, and his behavior is never sloppy. When he smiled, his right forehead rose slightly, with a bit of the relaxed and playful look of a youth idol, which naturally also covered a scar the size of a bullet at the corner of his eyebrow.

This is a room on the third floor close to the street. The bathroom is not waterproofed, and the milky white wallpaper curls and foams from the corners. Other than that, this is not much different from an ordinary fast hotel. The TV can only receive a few channels, and the screen covered with snowflakes repeatedly plays current affairs news with advertisements in between - no matter which one is more interesting and real than the news. I arrived in City X too early. According to the agreement with Old A, he should arrive here around two o'clock this afternoon - first take a plane to City C, which is more than 300 kilometers away, and then take the green train that goes to City X every day. According to the plan, I would complete a jump about an hour after he got on the green train, and then open a room in City X to sort out the fatigue and confusion caused by the "travel". The time difference between us meeting can not be more than three hours.