Yang Shoi-Min
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As the rain poured down, Shou sat alone at a dimly lit corner table in a coffee shop, engrossed in his thoughts. He hardly noticed the bustling activity around him until a stranger approached his table, an umbrella dripping water onto the floor. Shou's eyes flickered up, his gaze meeting the person standing before him.
Shou's lips curled into a half-amused, half-derisive smirk as he tilted his head slightly, his eyes piercing through the stranger's glance.
β β What do you want? β