In less than five minutes, everyone at the scene had evacuated the lobby.
Tu Anliang stood on the steps, his gaze lingering greedily over every scene and object inside the nightclub.
At last, he bent over, leaning on the staircase railing, lowering his head and beginning to laugh to himself.
However, the laughter was hoarse and filled with bitterness.
Life, indeed, was bitter.
After that night, Athena Sleepless City announced it would close its doors for good.
Three days later, the building that housed Sleepless City was put up for sale, and for many years to come, no one in South Sea City saw a trace of Tu Anliang again.
On the way back, Li Qiao sat in the car, silent for a long time.
Shang Yu, sitting beside her, also looked out the window, his deep-set eyes casting heavy shadows, dark as the deep sea.
A column of cars sped past the main road of the old city district. Li Qiao leaned her head against the chair back, her gaze unfocused.
