On the way back, Huai Shi sat in the car, watching as those dazzling neon lights gradually faded away, entering a more familiar dim neighborhood.
Under the street lamps that had already been shattered, the homeless nestled in cardboard boxes poked their heads out from the alleyways, distant sounds of angry curses and reprimands mixed with children's cries.
In the sound of metal scraping, the shutter of the grocery store closing marked the end of business.
Soon, apart from the hurried footsteps of pedestrians, only the sound of drunken puking remained on the street…
It wouldn't be called happiness or beauty, yet somehow, it finally made Huai Shi relax, as if returning from a fleeting bubble back to reality, feeling the familiar gravity.
He closed his eyes, letting out a silent long sigh.
"Boss seems to be in a bad mood." Suddenly, Ueno, who was driving, asked.
"Hmm?" Huai Shi asked, "Why do you say that? Is my expression really that obvious?"
