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Walking out of the study, after leaving the Fells Hotel, Ye Xuan wandered aimlessly down the central street. The city was lit by brilliant lights, the multicolored neon lights painting Tan City like a glamorous Rose.
The night is the enemy of the day.
Those righteous hypocrites of the day would reveal their beastly nature once night fell.
He once thought highly educated people were of high moral character, but later he realized that when they acted base, they were worse than a stray dog.
Ye Xuan, seasoned by storms, naturally viewed worldly prosperity indifferently. With a cigarette in his mouth, he walked the streets, followed by Meng Weijia.
"Ye Xuan, where are we going?"
Meng Weijia stared at Ye Xuan with a face full of confusion and asked.
"To seek death!"
Ye Xuan said seriously, the misty smoke veiling his handsome face, making him appear even more mysterious.
"... I'm serious."
Meng Weijia suddenly froze.
"I'm serious too."
Ye Xuan said solemnly.
"..."
