Yes!
Very handsome!
Handsome to the point of breaking the attractiveness scale!
Gu Qingchen loosened her tie, then stood up, turning his back to her, and lit a cigarette.
The lingering smoke continuously rose from his fingers, as if what shrouded his fingers was not a wisp of smoke, but an indissoluble layer of sorrow.
In his silhouette in the train car, there was a sense of lonely isolation from the world.
Outside the window, there was still a glimmer of slanting sun.
The blood-red setting sun, the speeding train, the silent man, the swirling cigarette smoke.
Bei Ran sat in the bunk, her arms around her knees, silently watching the slanting sun outside the window.
Familiar scenery was receding scene by scene.
As the train approached the next station, a high-pitched, clear, and long whistle sounded.
Outside the window, the last trace of sunset had also been replaced by the dusk.
