Maston was wearing a dark purple tie in front of the slender dressing mirror. The pale man's movements in the mirror seemed a bit reserved for some reason.
He has not returned to Y City for eight years.
If he hadn't heard about Zhang Mi's death this time, he would never have set foot on any land there again. He smiled slightly.
After all, people cannot escape birth, old age, illness and death, and he is no exception.
In a daze, a pair of shining eyes seemed to appear before his eyes.
That dazzling light even once made him think that it could break through all the bleaker feelings in the world than being boiled together in darkness.
It's even a little ridiculous to be like that.
He shook his head, as if trying to dispel the surging feeling in his stomach. His head was getting more and more dizzy, and he recalled with his only consciousness that he had not eaten seriously since he received the news of Zhang Mi's death yesterday morning.
When he finally realized that he couldn't stop it, he stumbled into the bathroom.
As the water in the pool gurgled, he stopped retching and raised his head while holding on to the delicate white bricks clinging to the pool.
The man in the mirror was very haggard. His facial features were good, but he could still feel that he was old. Like food that gradually becomes necrotic, the signs appear little by little without any surprises.
By the way, when did I start getting these fine lines on my plump forehead?
Thoughts were fruitless.