An autumn rain brought a chill.
During the day, the remnants of summer lingered, but as night fell, the wind carried a faint chill. Taking a deep breath, the scents of the night infiltrated the airways—the aroma of street-side pancake stalls, barbecue skewers, and an unknown whiff of old Chongqing hotpot oil—blending with the high PM2.5 smog, leaving the chest feeling overstuffed. The bustling pedestrians, the stalled flow of traffic, the noise, and congestion of the city had never been more glaringly apparent.
A person with an empty heart feels unfulfilled, even in the most crowded world; a person with a full heart feels content, even in a barren world.
He walked at an unhurried pace, matching her slightly hurried steps. Listening to her complaints, he squinted his eyes, "Hmm... don't you still owe me quite a few debts?"
"..." Debt collector! Huang Shiren!
