C76 Rebirth

It's late autumn in Paris. The breeze was singing the prelude of winter, causing the people on the streets to hug themselves tightly as they hurried on their way.

"Please make way, please make way. My car doesn't have a brake!" A shout in Mandarin came from afar. Although most people didn't understand the meaning of that Mandarin, the sound of metal clanging made many people look over