New Year's Eve.
Safe City.
A desolate scene prevails after the recent conflicts, leaving relations between various factions somewhat ominous.
Many people stay in their rooms, locking their doors and keeping inside, unwilling to let anyone in.
This winter is a test of endurance.
Building 19, second floor.
Mr. Wang listens to the cursing from downstairs and finds it strange.
After that woman's last outing, to everyone's amazement, she returned not only with some fuel but also a small bag of bread.
In times like these, her ability to secure such items was worthy of Mr. Wang's admiration.
But what he couldn't understand was why the woman would stick with that man despite being cursed at and beaten daily.
Maybe this is what love is... Bullshit!
With this thought, Mr. Wang recalls his years in business and founding the amusement park, yet he remains a loner.
His heart can't help but feel a pang of desolation.
Especially since today is New Year's Eve.
