"Ah, what a foolish woman," Ye Shikai glanced around the empty room, gave a bitter smile, stood up feebly, and drank several shots of whisky. While others drank to drown their sorrows, he seemed to only add to his...
Lost in thought, Ye Shikai left the bar only to realize that he shouldn't drive after drinking.
"Nevermind, let's just walk back then." Ye Shikai put the car keys back into his pocket and walked towards the residential area, indeed feeling a bit dazed and tipsy. A cold wind might clear his head.
Huu, huu, it's November in Yanjing, already quite chilly. The piercing cold wind was a sign of autumn, and even in a black coat, Ye Shikai still felt a bit cold.
All along the way, Ye Shikai's mind was filled with disparate thoughts, the joy of the honeymoon gone, replaced by a hint of melancholy.
Suddenly, Ye Shikai felt a chill on his back, he sidestepped and a flying knife whizzed past his ear, embedding deeply into a stone wall nearby.
