The April evening breeze brushed against his cheeks, carrying a touch of perfect coolness.
Xiao Shuai leaned casually against the guardrail at the street corner, a cigarette butt hanging from the corner of his mouth, mingling with the bustling crowd.
This was one of the busiest commercial districts in East City.
Young men and women in cool clothes strolled by in twos and threes, while the air was filled with a blend of alcohol and high-end perfume.
A few months ago, Xiao Shuai would never have set foot in such a place.
But today, he was wearing a brand-new jacket, sporting a pair of sneakers, hands stuffed in his pockets, occasionally shaking his leg.
This outfit, along with his nonchalant demeanor, made him the spitting image of a young man just off work, sneaking out to hit on girls and ready to find a bar to kill the long night.
His gaze casually scanned the street scene, appearing somewhat unintentional.
