The heavy rain was pouring, and the puddles on the bluestone were smashed into countless boiling bubbles.
A bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating the mottled and peeling plaque on the corner of the street - the three words "Zui Xian Tower" were crooked, much like the fate of its owner at this moment.
Liu Suyin was standing under the eaves, her plain-colored skirt was mostly soaked by the rain, and it felt bitingly cold against her body.
She held a piece of red paper in her hand. The edges had been smeared by the rain, and the ink was slightly blurred, but the words "Marriage Letter" were still clearly written on it.
At three o'clock last night, she handed over the last sum of money to the former shopkeeper Zhao Wuye, officially taking over the restaurant that was on the verge of bankruptcy.
Before the door opened this morning, people from the Black Tiger Gang came.
Tu Sandao kicked over the threshold, and feces gurgled along the cracks in the door into the hall, and the smell was astounding.
He grinned and said with gold teeth: "Little beauty, I will come to drink your 'welcome wine' in three days - everyone and the building are mine!" The surrounding neighbors shrank their heads and closed their doors, and no one dared to say anything.
Only Grandma Chen from the cloth shop next door handed over a small cloth bag and whispered: "Su Yin... After your father left, no one will protect you."
