After saying goodbye to Yang Tian, Su Ming wandered around the Industrial Zone for a while. It was two or three in the afternoon, the sun was scorching, and there were few pedestrians on the street, only a few tricycle drivers dozing under the shade of trees. He had no particular destination, just didn't want to go back so early.

His mind was in chaos.

Yang Tian's smiling face, Buck-toothed Zhong's "first shot," the still-wet bloodstain at the entrance of the skating rink, the glaring sign of Golden Years under the sun... and the resolute silhouette of his cousin-in-law from last night.

These images spun like a carousel in his mind, making him restless.