Fan Jian's gaze was complex, wandering at the crossroads, pedestrians and traffic flowing around him inconsequentially. The lonely feeling of the city and the slightly chilling breeze made him unconsciously shrug his shoulders, gripping his clothes tighter.
Ahead was a small café, inexpensive, serving only simple and ordinary Nescafe coffee for just 18 yuan, and 36 yuan for two.
Fan Jian chose this place to break up with his girlfriend he had just started dating last week; first, because it was where they met and had deep, unforgettable memories of their initial romantic encounter.
Secondly, the place was really cheap. With Fan Jian's monthly salary just over two thousand yuan, after rent and utilities, there wasn't much left. Previously, he could save for three months to afford a foot massage and a foot wash at a massage parlor, and that was only after the workers there got familiar with him.
