In the kitchen of a detached villa in the United States, a tall figure stood in place for a long time with a mobile phone in his hand. The eggs in the pot had long been fried to a brown.
He probably smelled the burning smell. His eyes stayed in the pot for a moment, then he turned off the fire and walked outside.
Even though he knew the outcome, when it really came, he still felt a little unwilling.
He took out his phone and made a call. The call was connected very quickly, and he spoke a string of English words.
The general idea was to get them to arrange a job for him and then book a ticket back to B city in China as soon as possible.
He put down his phone, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the courtyard in front of the door. His eyes were deep, and the desire in people's hearts often did not decrease with the passage of time. Instead, it was like a black hole, expanding bit by bit. Until the entire person was engulfed in it.
