Returning to my senior year of high school before college, I became addicted to dating.

The sky over Huanan County was overcast, and raindrops pattered against the windshield of the Audi.

The song "Poisonous Perfume" was playing in the car, and the windshield wipers swung back and forth on the windshield, making a monotonous "squeaking" sound.

Lin Feng gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the gray road ahead, his mind filled with thoughts of Zhang Min.

Strangely enough, Song Yan was young, innocent, and had his heart and soul completely devoted to him; Liu Jiaqi was beautiful, intelligent, and the person he had secretly loved for half his life; Sun Xiaoli was passionate, proactive, and like a ball of fire.

But none of the three combined made him feel as comfortable as Zhang Min.

Whether in his past life or this one, Zhang Min is the woman who makes him feel most comfortable, yet she happens to be a married woman.

Perhaps my soul is too old. A 38-year-old at heart, chatting with an 18-year-old girl, is sometimes really tiring.

Song Yan needs to be coaxed, Liu Jiaqi needs to be guessed, and Sun Xiaoli needs to be accompanied. Only Zhang Min doesn't require him to worry about anything.

She can provide emotional value, is beautiful, skilled, and not clingy.

Thinking of this, Lin Feng's lips unconsciously curled up slightly. He then quickly withdrew the smile and pressed the accelerator harder.

It was raining and getting cold, and he became even more worried about Zhang Min.

The Huanan County bus station was just ahead, its gray waiting building blurred into a hazy mess in the rain.

He turned the steering wheel and entered the parking lot, his headlights illuminating a small area at the entrance to the waiting hall.

She's there.

Zhang Min squatted down beside the steps, leaning against the wall, curled up into a small ball.

Her hair was soaked, clinging to her face and neck, and her clothes were wet, clinging to her body and showing off her curvaceous figure. She just squatted there, homeless.

Lin Feng parked the car, got out, and was instantly drenched in rain.

He walked over quickly and squatted down.

Zhang Min raised her head, her face pale and her expression tragic.

A clear handprint, reddish-purple, ran from his cheekbone down to his chin on his left cheek.

Her lip was also cut, with a thin bloodstain that had been washed away by the rain, but it was still visible.

The moment she saw Lin Feng, her lips began to tremble, and tears mingled with raindrops in her eyes.

She didn't speak, but her whole body was trembling, as if a string that had been stretched taut all night had finally snapped.

She burst into tears.

It wasn't the kind of quiet sobbing; it was a heart-wrenching wail, like a lost child.

Lin Feng pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

Her body was ice cold, as if she had just been pulled out of the water.

"Okay, okay, it's alright now." He put one arm around her waist and the other hand on the back of her head, burying her face in his shoulder.

Zhang Min gripped his clothes, her nails digging into them, sobbing uncontrollably.

"He...he was drunk...he came back and hit me...he slapped me right away..."

Raymond Lam's inner monologue: Don't you even have a clue why he hit you? So many days have passed, and he still can't find out who cheated on him. He's had a few drinks, so of course he's taking it out on you!

But he said, "Stop talking, get in the car first."

"I'm too scared to go back... I didn't take anything... just my phone..."

"Don't be afraid, I'm here." Lin Feng helped her up and put his arm around her shoulder as they walked toward the car.

Zhang Min's legs went weak, and she leaned against him.

The rain poured down on the two of them, and Lin Feng got goosebumps from the cold, but he didn't care.

When Zhang Min saw the Audi, she was clearly stunned for a moment, and her expression showed surprise for a fleeting instant!

Lin Feng shoved her into the passenger seat, closed the door, and then went around to the driver's seat and got in himself.

It's warm inside the car; the heater is on.

Zhang Min huddled in the seat, her body still trembling, but her crying had subsided considerably, turning into intermittent sobs.

Lin Feng grabbed a jacket from the back seat and draped it over her shoulders. He then pulled out a pack of tissues, took out a few, and handed them to her.

"Quickly wipe it clean."

Zhang Min was wiping her face in front of the mirror on the sun visor. When she wiped her left cheek, she hissed and gasped in pain.

"It's all swollen." Her voice was muffled and nasal.

Lin Feng glanced at it from the side; the handprint was more obvious than before, swollen and ridged.

Which hand did he use to hit him?

"Right hand."

Lin Feng didn't say anything, started the car, and drove out of the parking lot.

"Where to?" Zhang Min asked, her voice still a little hoarse.

"Find a place to stay."

"I can't possibly go to your house like this, can I?"

"Why would I go to my house? My grandma would chop us both up into dumpling filling and make dumplings right there on the spot."

Zhang Min didn't ask any more questions. She leaned back in her chair and looked at Lin Feng with her head turned to the side.

"This car... did you buy it? Or does it belong to your family?" she suddenly asked, her voice filled with disbelief.

"I bought it myself."

"How old are you? Where did you get so much money?"

"It's money I made."

Zhang Min stared at him for several seconds, her eyes holding something indescribable.

She used to think of Raymond Lam as a handsome, talkative, and daring young man, a cute and smart student.

But in Huanan County in 2006, those who could afford an Audi A6 were either high-ranking officials or big businessmen.

She didn't ask any more questions, turned her head, and looked out the car window.

The rain was still falling, and the night view of Huanan County was blurred into a patchwork of red and green lights on the car window.

Lin Feng parked his car in front of the Huanan Hotel.

This is the best hotel in Huanan County. In a big city, it would be considered a budget hotel at best.

But in Huanan County, this is top-of-the-line. There's a rain shelter at the entrance, so when you park your car, it won't get wet.

"You wait in the car, I'll go get a hotel room."

Lin Feng got out of the car and entered the lobby.

The receptionist was a young woman in her early twenties who was looking down at her phone. When she saw someone come in, she raised her eyelids slightly.

"Let's get a room, that would be best."

"The best? A presidential suit?"

"You even have presidential suites here?" Lin Feng chuckled.

"It's the biggest one, with a bathtub, a living room, and a bedroom. It costs 12 yuan per night, and you have to check out before noon."

"Okay, let's open one."

Lin Feng took out two hundred yuan, the receptionist gave him twenty yuan in change and handed him a room key. He looked at the room number—308, third floor.

Back in the car, Zhang Min was still sitting in the passenger seat, holding his coat, her face dry.

"Let's go, to the third floor." Lin Feng showed her the room key.

Zhang Min nodded and got out of the car.

Her legs were still a little weak, and she had to hold onto the car door to steady herself. Lin Feng locked the car, put his arm around her waist, and led her into the lobby.

The receptionist looked up, her gaze lingering for a second on the handprint on Zhang Min's face, before quickly lowering her head again, pretending she hadn't seen anything.

Upon arriving at room 308, Lin Feng pushed open the door and went inside. The room wasn't large, but it was fairly clean.

A small living room with a gray-blue sofa, a small coffee table, and next to it is the bedroom with a large bed.

Lin Feng took off his coat, turned around and said:

"Take a hot shower first, so you don't catch a cold."

"Lin Feng." Her voice was very soft.

"Um?"

"Thank you."

"Don't thank me, go take a shower."

Zhang Min stared at him for two seconds: "You're wet too, let's get soaked together!"

Lin Feng lit a cigarette and smiled faintly: "Okay."

The rain was still falling outside, and there were hardly any people on the street. Occasionally, a car would pass by, its headlights sweeping across the window.

Soon, the sound of a showerhead came from the bathroom, along with Zhang Min's intermittent singing.

She was still singing in English: "Oh no, oh yeah, oh my god. I can also speak foreign languages."

It must be said that singing in the bathroom has its own reverb, making the singing sound quite beautiful.

Because she sang so well, Raymond Lam couldn't help but applaud her.

The slaps were loud, crisp, and resonant, each sound echoing in my heart.