The night was getting darker.
At 7:28, the town of aotaku was still foggy, but the difference from the daytime was that the streetlights were already on.
The air that was getting colder and colder caused Feng bujue's face and hands to go numb. He could only speed up the pace of the bike to maintain the heat in his body.
Although he did not know where the "last dinner" would be held, he could think of a place to go. It was ... The post office North of the town square.
