I really don't want to think about the past anymore. Looking back now, what they went through was truly cruel.
Cruel to the point that in the dead of night, they would suddenly wake up with a start, then go to retrieve that black handgun locked in the safe.
It seemed that only after seeing the gun would they feel at ease, but upon realizing what they were doing, they would feel particularly disheartened.
This kind of life lasted for at least three years.
Three years gradually made them adapt to a life without disputes.
Everyone drank from noon till afternoon, even into the night.
They passed out, scattered all together.
Gu Zichen stepped over the people on the floor, walked toward the floor-to-ceiling window, and looked at the stars across the Huangpu River.
A shadow suddenly appeared beside him.
Gu Zichen turned his head and looked at Winterson.
Winterson handed him a glass of wine.
Gu Zichen accepted it. The two clinked their glasses lightly.
