The vehicles came and went in a constant flow. Qin Yin resembled a homeless child, sitting there dumbfounded, her shoulders slightly trembling.
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Today was Saturday, yet Mo Han was dragged back to the company by his boss to work overtime. It was a tough day, and he finally finished his work. Without having time for dinner, he drove straight home.
Feeling unwell these past couple of days, he made a detour to the hospital before heading home to buy some medicine. Leaving the underground parking lot, he drove slowly along the road. As he passed a street lined with bars, he saw a girl sitting by the roadside through the car window, seemingly crying.
