That night at Qingyun Small House, all the members of Netherworld completely let themselves go. They leaned on each other's shoulders, they clinked cups and exchanged drinks, some were laughing riotously, while others were wailing in tears.
Each of them was recounting their own story, seemingly immersed in those distant memories. They laughed until they cried, cried until they laughed, until they collapsed on the ground and fell into a deep sleep.
In the courtyard!
A waning moon hung in the Heavenly Vault.
A gentle breeze blew, causing Ye Xuan's black hair to flutter in the wind. He stood alone under the moon, gazing at the sky, his eyes deep and isolated, his mind preoccupied with unknown thoughts.
Today, "Yellow Fatty" opened his heart, revealing another side of the Netherworld members to Ye Xuan. Each of them was pitiable, yet also detestable.