Northern Border God

Jiang Ye, cloaked in the darkness of wind, stood like a steel blade before the dilapidated clinic, allowing withered leaves to fall upon his broad shoulders.,They make a living running a small clinic with their mother.,The first photo shows a young man with a pale face and vacant eyes sitting alone in the corner of a bar, silently drinking. His gaze is fixed on the dance floor, watching the wildly swaying young people, his eyes filled with struggle and indecision.。