This familiar smell came from a slightly shabby shop.
The door of the shop was open. Yu Xiaogang walked straight in. It was a little dark inside.
There was only one person in the entire store besides Yu Xiaogang.
The only man lay quietly on the wooden recliner with his eyes closed, enjoying the swaying of the chair.
On the walls hung objects so broken and outdated that they resembled a derelict display of junk.
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