Time rewinds to five hours ago.
In Ying City, the setting sun's afterglow softly illuminated the entire city, painting a vast expanse of sky red, resplendent and bright.
Qingkong Cafe.
Jian Yixue placed a freshly made mango juice on the tray, which Qiao Nancheng then carried over.
By coincidence, the two were summer part-timers at the same cafe.
As the number of customers dwindled, Jian Yixue, having nothing to do, sat on a bar stool flipping through textbooks for the next semester to preview.
From the doorway, a group of men in black entered, exuding an aggressive aura.
Upon seeing the tattoo on the muscular build of the leader, she gripped her phone with a sinking heart and contemplated whether to call the police…
"Qiao Nancheng," the tattooed man called out Qiao Nancheng's name, "if you don't want this cafe to suffer because of you, come out."
Qiao Nancheng pursed his lips, silently followed them out.
