Perhaps, when you have lived in a city for too long, you will realize that this all-too-familiar city can also gradually recede from your drifting gaze, and then slowly turn into a mirage!
It's like on a rainy day, when all you can see is blended into the drops of rain, subtly distorted, hazy, almost to the point where you can't see the road ahead.
Then, it becomes a stranger in your field of vision, more and more unfamiliar, as if it were a part of a dream!
In this way, Mu Weichen, holding the already unconscious Ye Feifei, dashed furiously under the cold night sky in the early hours of the morning.
The icy wind scraped across his gaunt cheeks, but he could no longer feel it; facing the deep night, he emptied himself and screamed loudly, "Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah... Ah..."
Truth be told, he was a man who seldom shouted, but in the deserted late night, with silence all around and under the dim lamplights, feeling no longer able to bear the pressure, Mu Weichen finally roared!
