That guy Jian Hé had proven to be one annoying fellow in human history: you don't want to come across him. 'Sigh, will hell even accept such a guy? I mean, he could compete with the devil for supremacy. Well, at the least, he knew when to give up his ghost. I would have found it extremely easy to manipulate a piece of evidence, and boom…, they're gone.
I got to a vending machine and inserted a few coins; a canned drink fell to the bottom. I picked it up and opened it. I decided it was best to enjoy it while heading back. Although the season seemed to be winter, today was slightly different: the sun appeared impatient and unrelenting.
"Whew, this drink came in at the right time." I gulped the drink; it calmed my soul.
I strode towards my hostel with a relieved expression. The damn sun was too wicked. But talking about it has proven pointless because the sun won't understand or even hear me.
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