Side Story 2: Familiar Streets

The sun cast a brilliant red light on the horizon, illuminating the entire city. Cars continued to pass through, making harsh noises. Everything seemed to be in order.

On the street, people came and went. They either chatted with each other or lowered their heads to play with their phones. In short, everyone was busy with their own things.

Suddenly, a figure appeared by the roadside, attracting the attention of everyone nearby.

It was a long-haired young man. His upper body was dressed in a white T-shirt, and his lower body was covered in a pair of black jeans. He looked around with a curious gaze, looking out of place.

Of course, this wasn't the main point. The main point was that the young man held a wine pot in his hand, and he was peerlessly handsome. He was like an immortal that had walked out of a painting. Just by standing there, he gave others a sacred feeling, and it was even to the extent that they wanted to kneel and worship him.