Fortunately, Zhu Junchen felt somewhat better after throwing up. He drank a cup of sobering tea, and with Chen Yang's help, got into a taxi.
Having seen off his old friend, Chen Yang could finally breathe a sigh of relief. He checked the time on his watch, it was just past ten-fifteen in the evening—an early night for him. Chen Yang decided to take a leisurely walk home.
As he walked along the riverbank, he encountered not only many local citizens out for evening strolls, but also many tourists visiting the East Sea, all excitedly exploring the city's night view from the riverbank.
The East Sea's night view was renowned worldwide, attracting a multitude of international and domestic tourists alike, many seen capturing the scene with their cameras.
"Bang!"
A brilliant firework exploded in Jianghe's sky. Chen Yang stopped in his tracks, looked up, and was momentarily spellbound.
