The dark night was pierced by countless neon lights, with many stars in the sky, and the moon shining as brightly as if it were the full moon of the fifteenth night, dazzlingly round.
Like every other day, Xinghai City has entered its most chaotic night.
Yet, such a brilliant starry sky and full moon, near and distant twinkling colorful neon lights, were a kind of irony to Tang Zimo, a type of desolation coming from the heart.
The Bai Family had fallen, and in Xinghai City, nearly all of her social connections had also collapsed. Now, when she sought help from those she once knew, all she faced were cold faces and overt kicking when she was down.
These people in the world of fame and wealth only had eyes for benefits; those without any utilitarian value wouldn't get a helping hand from them, they wouldn't even spare a glance.