Stepping out of the bar, Jiang Su stood by the road for a while, heaving a small sigh before hailing a taxi.
Getting into the car, the taxi driver was taken aback by the wound on his face and asked, "Heading to the hospital?"
Jiang Su listlessly raised his head, catching sight of the bruise at the corner of his lips in the rearview mirror. He hesitated for a moment before giving his home address.
The taxi driver didn't say anything more.
The car was quiet.
Jiang Su, leaning against the seat, looked outside the window for a while before he finally said, "Take me to a hotel. Turn right ahead and keep going, there's a hotel along the way."
Before entering the hotel, Jiang Su swung by a pharmacy to buy some medicine.
He checked into the hotel, entered the room, and collapsed onto the sofa, closing his eyes.
He felt irritated and restless.
