C241 North Star

Across the street, a black locomotive was parked. A man in a black shirt was sitting on a fence by the side of the road, his feet on the railing and a cigarette in his mouth.

Ye Zichen looked at the woman, who had an anxious expression on her face, through the flow of traffic in front of him.

He took a deep drag of the cigarette. The dark red cigarette butt was burning brighter than before