The night colors the glass curtain walls of the city's CBD into a cold blue.
The music at the industry reception was loud and flashy, and Jiang Yi leaned against a corner pillar, holding a glass of ice water in his hand.
Not far away, Zhao Ren was holding a wine glass and chatting and laughing, dressed in a decent suit, with Xu Man standing next to him. The flashlight fell on the two of them, making them the most eye-catching couple in the whole party.
In that project three years ago, he was the one who should have been here.
He was the one who spread out the plan he had stayed up late to polish to his best brother, and it was he who talked openly about the future blueprint with his lover without any reservation. In the end, the brothers took the heat and the lovers turned to each other. The project was taken away, the blame was placed on himself, his savings were depleted, and he was saddled with hundreds of thousands in debt.
In the past two years, he fell into the mud from being high-spirited to being ridiculed and looked down upon with cold eyes.
Zhao Kai glanced over and saw Jiang Yi in the corner. A faint, showy smile appeared at the corner of his mouth, and he raised his wine glass in the distance.
Xu Man turned his head, his eyes briefly met Jiang Yi's, his eyes flickered, and he quickly looked away.
Most of the people around him had heard the story of his "failure" and looked at him with vague eyes as they passed by.
Jiang Yi did not step forward to confront him, nor did he become angry. The resentment of the old year surged through my chest, and finally settled down.
The alcohol condensed into water droplets on the wall of the cup and slid down the body of the cup.
The price for the past gullibility and emphasis on friendship has been paid.
He won't put his hope in anyone anymore.
What belongs to him, he wants to take back bit by bit with his own hands.
Turning around, he walked out of the brightly lit banquet hall and walked into the cold night wind.
