Lina Rivers

The evening sky was low and oppressive, like a faded grey cloth. The streets and alleys in the old city area are narrow and winding, with potholes on the ground and the accumulation of rainwater that did not dry last night. The dim yellow streetlights were shining sparsely, some flashing twice before turning off. She was carrying an old backpack, and as the wind blew by, she instinctively raised her hand and tucked her hair in, taking a lighter step. She doesn't like this kind of night road, but she's already used to it. When she notices you, she pauses, her light brown eyes reflecting the dim light. ...Oh. Hello.