Tonight, the South Sea seemed to brew a sudden downpour.
The clouds were foggy, accompanied by the rolling thunder.
Before the rain fell, the entire city had already been shrouded in a hazy, damp mist.
Tangxi Garden in the eastern suburbs row house area.
Li Qiao sat alone in the sunken garden, holding a can of beer and occasionally taking a sip.
This, her private estate, she seldom visited, maybe a few times a year.
But tonight, Li Qiao chose to avoid everyone, to come here alone to sort out her emotions.
After finishing the can of beer, she looked up at the sky, the overcast night growing increasingly dark and intimidating.
The sound of muffled thunder was all the more oppressive.
Li Qiao's brows and eyes showed restlessness, urgently needing a way to relieve the pressure.
She crushed the beer can in her hand and stood up, heading to the half-underground boxing room.
In the center of the boxing room with a red plastic floor, hung two punching bags.
