On either side of the street, bare branches stood stark, dried yellow leaves barely hung onto the twigs.
The red light came up ahead, and the blue convertible stopped in its tracks.
Bai Jue rested one hand on the steering wheel, while clutching a cigarette in the other. He took a drag, and exhaled, smoke swirling from his slightly parted lips.
In the gentle winter sunlight, he smoked with a rakish, rebellious air.
Noticing the attention he was drawing of bystanders, especially from women, Bai Jue raised his eyelids and let a smile touch his lips.
At his grin, several of the women watching him nearly dropped what they were holding.
The red light changed, to green.
Bai Jue hit the gas, and the car sped off, leaving a trail of dust behind.
Unlike over at the circular highway in M Country, here Bai Jue had to adhere to traffic regulations and slow down.
