Yang Xiao walked out of the law enforcement department at five o'clock in the afternoon, joining the throngs of people who, having been busy all day, were now heading home.
The streets were bustling with an endless stream of traffic.
The neon lights on the side of the road flickered as people came and went.
Even the sun seemed to be desperately emitting its last light and heat of the day.
The western sky was filled with the sunset glow, occasionally dotted by clouds tinted with golden edges.
Standing at the entrance of the law enforcement department, Yang Xiao watched the continuous flow of cars and pedestrians and felt a sense of helplessness.
Today, it seemed he would have to go home after Chen Yufei again, such a typical case of plans failing to keep up with changes.
He truly hadn't expected the day to pass by without achieving anything, and now he couldn't even say what he had been busy with.
It felt like he had done a lot, yet also like he had done nothing at all.
