After Mo Xicheng walked out of the private room, he headed home.
Driving along the way, he thought of Liu Liu again.
Liu Liu had been the first friend he had had after joining the show business, as he started his career.
He remembered how devastated the man had been when he was forced to leave the country. He recalled the day about a year later, when he received the call from the overseas lawyer saying that the late Liu Liu had left everything to him, and the shock he had felt when he was told the man had taken his life.
He lowered his gaze and wound down the car window.
The wind came in.
There was something in the heat of the summer wind that made one restless.
He turned to look out of the car window, at the glittering lights, suddenly feeling a tinge of regret.
If at the time he had been able to stand up on his own and help avenge Liu Liu, would the man have found some hope in life again, and not take such a drastic measure?
