Chapter 185: The Golden Cicada Sheds its Shell is Just a Little Brother

All the lights in the city were on, the hard skyline submerged in the light.

The skyscrapers in the business district appeared from afar like square cages woven out of light, beyond which lay a vast lake. Adjacent to the lake, the elevated road was bustling with cars, their headlights merging into a flowing river of light.

In front of the floor-to-ceiling window, Matthew felt that every point of light in this flow was a living firefly, trapped within the curving, slender elevated road, compelled to rush forward in search of an exit.

He wondered where his own exit was and thought of the struggling goose.

After watching Bi Fang's live broadcast in the afternoon, Matthew's mind was filled with the impulse to embark on an adventure in Nature, much like intestines writhing in pain during a bout of roundworm infection, unstoppable once it begins to hurt.