It was a man.
He sat there, disheveled, his pale face framed by a pair of crimson eyes that held a resolute determination, tightly clutching something resembling a small box in his hands.
In the air, Jiangli could still detect an indescribable scent.
Jiangli furrowed her brow, yet to speak.
Following closely behind, Xia Xin, leaning on the wall, made her way to their side. She seemed to smell something and exclaimed, "What's this, why is there such a strong smell of gasoline here?"
Without looking at Xia Xin, Jiangli saw the figure behind the trash can suddenly tense up as if they had heard Xia Xin's words.
Jiangli didn't expose his presence, echoing Xia Xin's question, "Gasoline?"
"Yeah, the kind that powers cars, incredibly hard to extinguish once it starts burning," Xia Xin sniffed the air, confirming the scent was indeed that of gasoline.
