Magic

It was 4:37 am. There weren't many cars on the street, and there weren't many pedestrians. Zhang Heng and Fan Meinan were the only two customers in the convenience store. Meanwhile, the male shop assistant had put on his headphones and was gaming on his mobile.

The whole city fell silent as if fallen into a deep sleep.

"What about your illness?"Zhang Heng finished the coke in his hand and put the empty aluminum can aside. "You want to become Rocky's agent because you hope he can cure you, right?"

"I have a very rare illness. Back then, just to find out the cause, my parents took me all over the country and spent almost all of my family's savings. During that time, every time I opened my eyes, I could see my father's serious face and my mother secretly wiping away tears."

"You always look unhappy (# 'o'). This must be the origin of your WeChat handle, right?" Zhang Heng thought of something and raised his eyebrows.