He Ao flipped to the last photo, it was the gate of the cleaning company under the sunset.
Scattered crowds were sweeping at the entrance, and a person-sized photo frame was placed in the middle of the gate.
Inside the frame was a photo of an elderly man, wearing a white shirt and plain long pants, his face wrapped with some horizontal flesh, sitting quietly there, his aged eyes gazing forward.
He seemed to be staring at the tall buildings in the distance, yet appeared to be observing the nearby people.
He wasn't exactly benevolent, and even appeared to have a stern presence that marked him as unapproachable to strangers.
Yet, just sitting there, he exuded an invisible sense of security.
The glow of the sunset fell on the photo, behind this picture, was a faint glow, and in front of this photo, was a dim shadow.
It was as if the place where the elderly in the photo stood was the borderline of sunset and night.
