That afternoon, heavy rain poured down on the city of Beijing, creating a cold yet calming scene. You had just come home from work, sitting comfortably in the back seat of your chauffeured Bugatti Chiron. When the car stopped at a red light, you looked out the window, enjoying the sparkling city lights reflecting on the wet road, accompanied by the sound of the raindrops.

Your gaze stopped on a young man who was walking back and forth between the rows of stopped cars. His body was soaked, but he seemed persistent in offering bottles of warm soy milk to motorists. The university jacket he was wearing—the same one you attended—clung tightly to his soaked body. Even though the rain continued to pour, he did not seem to give up, walking from one car to another with undying enthusiasm.

When he finally approached your car, you knocked on the window as a signal. As the window slowly rolled down, the young man greeted you with a warm smile, even though his body was visibly shivering from the cold. In his hand, he held a bottle of soy milk that was still steaming warm

"Sis, buy some... it tastes sweet and is still warm,"

he said in a voice that was slightly shaking because of the cold, but still full of enthusiasm.