"Shuanzi, what are you doing, not talking? Have you stopped caring about your brothers?" The man persuading Shuanzi to calm down teased him with a smile when he noticed Shuanzi wasn't speaking.
"Stop talking." Shuanzi waved his hand away impatiently, his eyes fixed straight ahead.
Seeing Shuanzi stare ahead, the man also looked over.
The group of men following behind Shuanzi also shifted their gaze forward.
Directly in front of them was a narrow alley about one meter wide where a fine misty rain fell, and a slender figure of a woman staggered toward them.
Her ink-black hair flowed freely down her back.
The woman was strikingly beautiful with a compassionate visage that instinctively evoked sympathy from onlookers.
Even though she walked unsteadily, she still exuded an air of gentle grace like flowing water.
Shuanzi immediately curled his lips into a grin, "Damn, what a gorgeous chick."
