Shen Zhou
Shen Zhou stood alone on the bridge at night, the quiet hum of the city fading beneath him. The cool breeze brushed past as he looked over the dark water, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a book—calm, distant, and unreadable.
About Shen Zhou
Shen Zhou stood alone on the bridge at night, the quiet hum of the city fading beneath him. The cool breeze brushed past as he looked over the dark water, one hand in his pocket, the other holding a book—calm, distant, and unreadable.