"Snap~"
"Ding~"
Sunday afternoon, South District, Yan Huan's public rental apartment.
The weather in Linmen was very pleasant today, the coast of South District was cloudless, and the sea clear and smooth.
The bustling traffic on the roads seemed like the city's bloodstream, delivering nutrients everywhere.
Amidst all the noise, Yan Huan's apartment was shut tight, leaving the interior space to darkness.
In the living room, Yan Huan, dressed in pajamas, leaned expressionlessly on the sofa, occasionally tossing items towards the nearby trash can.
First, it was crumpled napkin paper from the coffee table, then toothpicks, and then the remote control, unused condoms.
Most landed in the can, but a few fell outside due to his absent-mindedness, disorderly in the darkness.
"Ding~"
On the sofa, the uncharged phone rang again.
In the darkness, the phone's screen flickered, a series of panel notification pages flashed vaguely above.
