Silver City was really not a good place to be.
This was not the first time Ai Hui had such a feeling. It was as if he was born to loathe this place.
At this point in time, the dining hall was like a boiling cauldron of voices. Faces were intoxicated. Anything that was put into one’s mouth was either delicious food or fine wine. Anybody that one saw with his eyes was a beauty.
In this place, other than getting drunk and making a ruckus with everyone, there was nothing else one could do. Everyone’s face brimmed with joy, completely lacking in vigilance. Everyone knew what distance to maintain from each other to make sure they, themselves, were safe and that the other party was comfortable.
Just like the fine wine and delicious food, exquisite lies and fake smiles could be found everywhere.
