Xia Siyu looked up; it was exactly the last minute of her birthday.
It was now midnight, and the Eastern Suburb was not the core area of Yancheng. This area was mostly an office district. Although nowadays, 996 seemed to be the trend, this area was primarily studios related to culture. Even if they worked 996, it was about time to finish work by midnight.
The whole area was dimly lit. Quiet, dark, and with rain pouring down, the streetlights and the occasional lights still on seemed to be the only sources of illumination in this world. Moreover, it was pouring rain, making it hard to hear clearly on the phone even from such a close distance. The heavy rain seemed to wash away the perfume scent worn by women coming and going during the day, leaving only the scent of rain falling and washing the earth.
Sight, smell, and hearing were almost sealed off. Only Bo Yan as he approached was the unique color amidst the entire different surroundings.
