Chapitre 800: Not Really

He was not the only person who was sad. Some people showed their sadness on their faces, while others just kept it a secret.

On the other side of the ocean it was still morning. Smoke was rising from a white coffee cup in a messy room. A woman was looking stupefied at her computer screen. When she came back to her senses, she slammed her laptop shut, put on a pair of black high heels, and locked her case with Qin Guan's memorabilia.

Paris Hilton was enjoying some rare leisure time in her garden. Her puppies were running around, seemingly aware of her bad mood, in an effort to cheer up their master by moving their tails happily.

It was another night of gay life and debauchery in Japan. A group of strong men were kneeling on a tatami, waiting for the order to attack. Meanwhile, their leader was typing on her phone nervously.

Men felt sorrow and joy; they parted and met again. The moon took turns being bright and dim.