Carson couldn’t help but sigh. Walking in the night, the neon lights around him made his shadow appear very long.
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It was night outside the window.
There was no star in the night, and there was boundless loneliness.
Vincent Pitcher sat by the window alone, with a glass of red wine in his hand. Looking at the crystal clear red colour, he couldn’t help but chuckle. He slowly put it in his mouth and drank slowly.
After taking a sip, Vincent suddenly turned his head and looked at the lights of the city outside the window. He only felt that endless loneliness was ruthlessly swallowing him.
He looked at the void outside the window, in an instant, he suddenly thought of the past…
He couldn’t help but sigh…
At that time, he was still a student. When he was in school, he was regarded as a celebrity.