Mang XueYa had always prided himself as a man who feared nothing, cared about no one, and lived only to pursue his goals.
But now that he sat by the floor table on the open balcony of Madam Mu's brothel, overlooking the scene below, he felt so terribly tired.
Drunken patrons were indulging in shameless desires, laughing and drinking to their heart's content, spilling the crystal clear wine over the tables, women and the dark wooden floors - this was the lifestyle he enjoyed, so why was it boring him so, all of a sudden?
A wine cup rested under his fingers, but he wasn't feeling like drinking. The wine tasted stale, the once serene music was grating to his ears - there was nothing here for him aside from drunken numbness and boredom.
This wasn't home.
