Shen Jianian stood by the car door, one foot already lifted, about to step inside. The wind blew strands of her hair onto her face, and she tucked it behind her ear with her hand, inadvertently raising her eyes. All movements were suddenly paused.
The wind stopped, and the cars passing by on the road disappeared.
Shen Jianian stared blankly at the entrance of the bar, with lights so dazzling, the man who was once as serene and luminous as the moon, now lay on the ground in a state of disarray and defeat.
On this cold night, temperatures had dropped to minus nine degrees. He wore only a thin white shirt, his figure lean, like a crumpled piece of paper that would be blown away by the wind.
Someone came out of the bar, kindly helping him up, but he couldn't support himself and fell heavily again, his head hitting the steps as if he couldn't feel the pain.
His hair was disheveled, yet the exposed half of his face remained handsome, despite the dense blue stubble on his chin.
