The Gate of Time

Deep in the night, at the entrance of the green sea Villa.

A black luxury car was parked there quietly.

Gong Chen leaned against the car door and casually tossed his suit jacket to the back seat. His black shirt collar was slightly open.

He had a cigarette between his fingers.

The red cigarette butt seemed to light up the night sky.

Every night, he would drive from snow orchid to this place and take a short rest before leaving. He didn't disturb the people in the villa and just stood there quietly, watching the lights turn on and off.

Gong Chen's eyes were bloodshot. He had to drive back in 20 minutes, or he would miss the morning meeting the next day.

The ground was filled with cigarette butts.

He couldn't bear to.

Even though he knew that he couldn't see her every time he came, he still couldn't bear to leave.

[ actually, the fate of our beautiful dream has long come to an end. ]