C505 My Illness Can be Cured

Murong Tian stood before the telephone pole, his face etched with hesitation. A quick glance might have been normal, but there he was—a fine-looking man without a trace of alcohol on his breath or the stagger of someone who had overindulged—just standing there. Silent for what seemed like an eternity, he simply stared at the pole. It was unsettling, wasn't it?

The night market was bustling