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... heat floated in the damp air.
The streetlights cast murky halos in the puddles, like crushed egg yolks.
On the bus, which swayed like a boat, Qin Feng’s fingertips traced the edge of his phone. Raindrops slanted against the window, shattering into a spray of stars.
"Excuse me... is there any news about my sister?"
The voice on the other end of the line was steady and formulaic, mixed with the static of the connection, as if floating in from a great distance.
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