The setting sun tilted westward, and the glass curtain wall of the building was reflected a deep red.
The sun was about to dip below the horizon, the sky gradually darkening, with traffic lights in Manhattan District changing back and forth; beneath the neon signs, pedestrians and vehicles moved continuously, coming and going.
The signal light turned from red to green, and a Maybach suddenly sped through the middle of the avenue like a black whirlwind, brushing brazenly against the faces of pedestrians.
And at this moment, in the back seat of the Maybach.
Gu Qiye sat with his head bowed, staring blankly at the photograph on his phone.
The twilight outside the window gradually faded, and the dwindling afterglow illuminated his profile bit by bit; in the dim car, only the light from the phone screen lit up his eyes, making them shine.
"Dad... is still alive?" Gu Qiye's mind went blank, gaze fixed without blinking, staring at the unkempt and slightly dejected face in the photo.
