C28 No traceless

It was 11: 30 in the evening. Luo Yiyi, Old Sun, and I were squatting in Zhao Tie-zhu's living room, staring at the compass in front of us.

Those eyes looked like those of a beggar who had been sitting by the roadside for too long; his eyes were green.

I have no doubt that if the three of us go to the roadside now, the three of us will be the ones to cry at the sight of it