A majestic young man, crushing the years of surprise and entering the flow year

  Fingers lightly touch the screen, carefully considering each word and sentence.

  Staring at the "sent successfully" message, a sense of loss spreads.

  Outside the window, the gray sky is still drizzling with small rain.

  I curled up in bed, feeling exhausted, and gently closed my eyes. After tomorrow, everything will return to normal.

  A beautiful day after the rain, with warm golden sunlight shining on my face.

  The azure sky is as clear as a young man's eyes, and the plane trail at the horizon is faintly tinged with white clouds.

  Just told him I wanted to talk, without mentioning a single word about what I saw yesterday.

  Perhaps it was not wanting the two to be too good after all, and Han Qing's words had determined that some things could not be restored to their original state.

  The slow pace was in stark contrast to the clear sky, weighing heavily on that calmness.

  The meeting place was a very quiet coffee shop, one that was slightly off the beaten path from the bustling city center but still had a lot of atmosphere.

  A noisy sound came from the alley entrance nearby, and the relatively quiet residential area sounded a bit abrupt.

  Driven by curiosity, I took a glance towards the entrance of the alley.

  Wait... That...

  Isn't he in the middle? What's going on, surrounded again?

  I opened the phone recording and turned up the police siren I had accidentally discovered earlier to its maximum volume.

  He whistled loudly and shouted "The police are coming!"

  Those punk-like guys with their hair dyed in all sorts of colors were initially stunned and about to run away, when suddenly the leader, a thug-like guy nicknamed "Dinosaur", shouted out "Wait!"

  He then narrowed his already small eyes and looked me up and down, the danger that seemed to have found its prey gradually subsiding into unease.

  No way, aren't those long-haired guys who are unfilial to their country all brainless?

  Sweat beads formed on his palms, and the gradually stiffening atmosphere was shattered by a sudden clap of thunder.

  "It was her, last time she fooled us around in circles, that dead girl"

  "Hmph, don't think I won't recognize you just because you've changed your hair color."

  The imposing aura he puts on matches his face perfectly, and it's inexplicably comical.

  All I saw was his eyes flashing, and the calmness in the face of danger spreading across that refined and handsome face.

  Her eyes were as deep and profound as a lake that seemed to have no bottom, with tiny ripples shimmering at the bottom of her pupils.

  "No way, won't be that unlucky to run into the same group of people again. Besides, big bro, what's with your gaze? Even if you think about it, they don't look alike at all."

  Looking at the dozens of people with a menacing aura, I secretly cursed my bad luck and despised his intelligence, having a feeling of moving a stone to hit my own foot.

  As I gaze at the thugs gradually closing in on me, fragmented scenes flash before my eyes.

  I rubbed my eyes, and the familiar feeling accompanied by the emergence of the scene became more intense.

  "Hey, you guys aren't going to lay a hand on a girl, are you?"

  His tone was tinged with a hint of laziness, and the kind of sarcasm that I had never seen before, with a youthful recklessness.

  She leaned slightly against the wall at the alley entrance, her lips curled up in a smile that was not quite a smile. Her flaxen hair danced with an untamed curve in the gentle breeze.

  "Hah, you can't even save yourself, yet you still have the energy to play hero and rescue the beauty? Save your strength for when you're being beaten and then struggle and beg for mercy."

  The first dinosaur brother is really ugly beyond words. Even with the momentum of dozens of people as his shield, he still lacks a bit of that kind of aura.

  He walked slowly towards me, and the gangsters involuntarily made way for him, which made Tyrannosaurus Brother's face full of anger.

  At this time, he was no longer gentle and elegant as usual, from head to toe, he exuded the aura of a king.

  That fearless and arrogant attitude is something I've never seen before, a true masterpiece. The way he effortlessly controls it is like that of a born king.

  "The City in the Backlight of Late Summer"

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