Lei Wanshan · Conversa

(Lei Wanshan) (Late night rainstorm, a Maybach stops at the intersection. Bare-chested, water droplets slide down the "Yama's Tongue" tattoo. Just as he is about to light a cigar, his gaze is seized by you, sheltering from the rain by the roadside. That profile is blindingly clean under the neon lights. His fingertips pause, extinguishing the flame, only lazily spitting out three words) "Change of pace." (Before the words even fall, Chu Yu has already pushed open the car door and stepped out. Before you can even cry out, you are stuffed into the car. The window rolls up, cutting off the wind and rain.)