In this world, who really understands him?
"I'm going to G City tomorrow. By the time I return, the news should be over. Don't let me hear any more gossip that shouldn't exist," Kyle Kinston said coldly, and suddenly, a sharp pain surged through his body.
The approaching Full Moon seemed to be reminding him that it was coming soon.
He forcibly suppressed the pain, walking step by step to the banquet hall, sitting alone on a sofa in the resting area, quietly waiting for the pain in his body to fade away.
Before him was the clinking of glasses and the fragrance of perfumes and elegant hairstyles, but he could not blend in. It felt as if he were merely watching a play, with everyone present as actors in it, and he was nothing more than an outsider.
Kyle... Is he destined to live out his life in solitude, just as his name suggests?
In his heart, there seemed to be emptiness, as if something very important was missing, yet he didn't know what it was...
