Shen Liangchuan decided to move the blanket away from him and sat up in bed.
In the dark room, the sound of Qiao Lian's breathing could be heard clearly. It sounded like it was from a little kitten, seemingly pitiful.
Shen Liangchuan turned his head to take a look. The woman was curled up into a ball, but he did not know how to react.
He clenched his fists tightly and suddenly got off the bed. He changed his clothes and then headed out of the room.
He drove his car aimlessly down the streets of Beijing in the late night.
He did not know where to go.
But when he finally regained his composure, he found himself at the cemetery where Soul Fighter had been buried.
The night was chilly.
The wind was whistling past his car.
He stopped his car.
He sat at the driver's seat for a while before pushing the car door open. He got out of the car, retrieved a bottle of liquor from the boot and walked into the cemetery.
