Thinking about Jun Moyan who was unusually abnormal tonight, Ais showed some concern in his eyes.
He put the empty wine glass back on the table, stood up following suit, and said:
"This guy, what's he up to."
Jun Moyan left the club, looking at the clearly bustling yet exceedingly confusing and desolate street, his mind blank.
At this moment, he unexpectedly did not know where to go.
Turning back to look at the splendid club behind him, Jun Moyan regretted not staying with Ais to drink.
At least he wouldn't be struggling over where to go like now.
Leaving his car behind, Jun Moyan mixed into the crowd.
On the street, people came and went, everywhere was filled with people and cars, yet that solitary figure full of self-pity was still recognizable at a glance, making people feel loneliness and distress.
Walking through one street after another, an ice cream shop ahead caught Jun Moyan's attention.
In this weather, how can there still be ice cream on sale.
