It was already eight or nine o 'clock at night when they left the orphanage.
In satellite town, except for the places where geckoes often went to, it was already very quiet at eight or nine o 'clock.
It was quiet in the streets, with only the light of the street lamps illuminating the darkness.
Walking on such a Street, one could almost hear their own breathing. It was as if he was the only one left in the world. Occasionally, in the streets, there would be a rat running by at an extremely fast speed, or a homeless man hiding in a cardboard box, staring at people.
Lu Xin walked slowly with his hands in his pockets.
