On one side there were songs and dances, laughter and cheer.
While on the other, there was a silence as heavy as death…
Dong Xiang had now understood a truth, no matter how he disguised himself, he was but a pitiful bug, being toyed with amid clapping hands; and from the very beginning, Mr. Wang and others had made up their minds to arrange a grand game, using him as a plaything, pushing him step by step towards the abyss.
What benefit would there be for them in doing this?
——Amusement!
To add a few laughs to their mundane lives.
To watch a small figure climb to the peak of fantasy, emitting cries of satisfaction from the depths of their soul, then to tumble down from their pedestal overnight, all under their manipulation...
It was indeed a wonderful experience of controlling life and death.
Time passed, and Dong Xiang eventually stood up from the ground…
Like a walking corpse, he walked out of the side room.
In the end, he still had to face it all!
Outside the door.
