Gong Beiyao strode over, calmly tore the flowers from the luxury car, and threw them into the flames.
Then, the beautiful dolls were also thrown in.
Suddenly, the sky poured down torrential rain, quickly extinguishing the flames.
Because of the onslaught of the rainstorm, many people began to seek shelter.
But only Gong Beiyao, completely soaked, stood motionless, watching the pile of ruins with a chilling gaze.
Near the ruins, the falling rain formed little ripples on the ground.
"Mr. Gong—" Assistant Han immediately opened an umbrella, stepped forward, "You're all wet! Please get in the car first!"
Gong Beiyao didn't answer, but brushed past Assistant Han, stepped into the car, and took the driver's seat.
With a bang, he shut the door.
Assistant Han, blocked outside the car door, dared not speak again.
It was as though Gong Beiyao were calmly mourning his own lost youth.
The calmer he was, the more unsettling it felt.
