Wandering Woman
Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Luo Zhan returned to his own room and fell to the bed, looking up at the ceiling. The sky was already bright, but Luo Zhan couldn't sleep. Thinking of the inexplicable feeling, Luo Zhan found a particularly serious problem.
Did it mean he was already...?
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The night was thick like ink, and it was drizzling. This was a small town far away from the city center, with small, old houses everywhere. There was a small restaurant in the east of the village. Just a dozen feet from the restaurant, there was a stinking little alley with a few tall trash cans. Stray cats, stray dogs, and cat-sized mice were running everywhere.