Post-80s Siege
Si'er continued to rest her head lightly on the car window, blankly watching a car speeding away in the next lane.
Summer nights in Shanghai are always sweltering, and there doesn’t seem to be a trace of cool wind blowing in the air. The cry of cicadas seems a little weak on such summer nights. The shiny black 7-series BMW was still parked in the parking lot downstairs of Yawen's house, and Yawen was already soundly asleep at this time. The phone was turned to silent, and messages kept coming in from the phone, different names, different greetings, telling unknown fate.