The autumn wind swept down a cascade of yellow leaves, leaving the bare branches resembling the sparsely haired scalps of middle-aged men—no future in sight, no happiness, just heaps of worries and troubles.

Lin Baici didn't smoke, but at that moment, he suddenly felt like having one. "Squad leader!"

Ji Xinyan ran over: "You're early!" "You're earlier."

Lin Baici nodded in greeting.