To Li Xiaoyuan's aspirations, Lou Cheng indubitably offered his encouragement and blessings.
The arrival of his old acquaintance and the surreal fact that they were still in the same profession made him reminisce on the past. He remembered his excitement when he first went in the arena and realized that his dreams were no longer dreams.
That put him in an excellent mood. He was giddy, a feeling he used to have before he quit drinking. After seeing Li Xiaoyuan off at the mansion he was assigned to by the Longhu Club, Lou Cheng took a stroll to the bridge over the river. Gazing into the distance from above, he took a picture of the beautiful, scintillating city that never slept and sent it to Yan Zheke.
The next day, in the van on his way to Longhu Club, Lou Cheng sat upright with his eyes half closed in meditation.
Auman, flipping through her notebook, stole a peek at him. Softly, she said,
