With his eyes closed, he suppressed the bloodshot threads in his eyes. After such a beautiful night, he now had to start hearing these irritating things. The past was really annoying, and it was likely that the news from back then would soon be dug up again—a tycoon and an official's son fighting over the top girl, blood dyeing the nightclub—once more becoming the talk over tea and meals. This suffocating feeling was like a big hand tightly gripping his heart, making it hard for him to breathe, as if he was about to be suffocated alive...
