Shen Dang filled a glass with vodka and tossed his head back to down the alcohol, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down.
He set the glass back on the bar with a crisp "thud."
The more he drank, the more sober he became.
Shen Dang leaned on the bar, his hand resting on his chin, his dark eyes staring deeply at the myriad lights of Hai City through the floor-to-ceiling windows, his entire being sinking into stillness.
He lowered his gaze, his lashes casting a shadow that hid the light in his eyes.
He had thought it would be simple at first.
But in the end, it was he who had been too simplistic.
Even though he held power and wealth, when it came to dealing with Qiao Xi, he was completely unsure.
Shen Dang hung his head, the lighting casting a faintly desolate solitude over him, and he let out a self-mocking chuckle.
That's why you shouldn't be too arrogant; there will always come a day of regret.
It's not that retribution doesn't come, it's just not the time yet.
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