C259 A scratch in the night

The dim yellow light spilled onto the concrete surface of the road, covering it in a layer of gold. It looked like a piece of white paper that had undergone the baptism of time.

Ping An Street was like an old man who was about to fall asleep. It was so quiet and peaceful. Occasionally, there would be a few barking sounds, adding a bit of liveliness to this old street. On both sides of the street