The rain was pattering down.
Chen Shouyi was pushing a bicycle, moving step by step,
fresh blood swiftly flowing down his body, pooling into the water on the concrete ground underfoot, turning the water a pale red as he walked past.
His shoes had long been shredded in the battle, the soles completely detached, leaving only the pitiful laces and the canvases of the shoes dangling from his feet.
He couldn't be bothered to untie them, letting them drag as they will.
Passing a trash can, Chen Shouyi stopped, tore off his already blood-soaked shirt, and tossed it into the bin.
The cold rain pelted the wounds on his flesh, carrying a sharp sting, and quickly drawing the heat away from his body.
He couldn't help but shiver.
