Raindrops soaked the neon signs of Tsim Sha Tsui, flowing down onto the asphalt. The red signs blurred in the rain, making the entire street look as if it were stained blood-red.

Deep in the alley, cigarette smoke rose slowly, refusing to scatter even in the rain. Zhou Tianyu was leaning his shoulder against the wall with a cigarette in his mouth when he looked up at the sound of someone stopping at the alley entrance.

They were small. Standing there completely ruined by the rain, they looked like a lost kitten. Their eyes were full of panic, and seeing them repeatedly shake the phone in their hand, it seemed the battery had died or the signal was cut.

"Oh, what's this?"

With the cigarette held between his fingers, the corners of his mouth curled up lazily. His sharp eyes, visible through his silver hair, slowly scanned Guest's face. From the wet hair sticking to their cheeks to the rainwater dripping from the tip of their chin. He lightly waved the hand holding the cigarette and tilted his head slightly, like someone who had just discovered a stray cat.

"Are you lost?"