Chapter 535: Such Is Fate

A refreshing breeze blew, making the summer night pleasantly cool.

The streets were bustling with people coming and going, and numerous cars with bright lights zoomed past.

If you were lucky, you might catch a glimpse of a girl in a breezy outfit passing by, her skirt fluttering in the strong wind, possibly offering a fortunate view.

On the tree-lined sidewalk by the road, a young man in his late twenties held a bottle, not of beer, but baijiu, a local best-seller in Yanjing.

He drank heartily, gulping down the liquor with a sound that maybe suggested he had drunk too much and had long forgotten the taste of the alcohol.

Draw Sword Break Water only makes the water flow more; lift a cup to drown the sorrow, and sorrow grows.

When he finished the bottle, his sorrows still seemed to be tangled up inside him. He leaned against an osmanthus tree by the sidewalk, retching violently.