C142 Deng Rong Fei(2)

The night scene in Dongping was as charming as a woman's, unfolding in front of Dogman's eyes. The lights of the car were yellow and white, the red lights of the taillights flickering like torches in the wind, like the colors of the battlefield he had once dreamed of. The lamps were yellow, like the lights of a dying old man burning his last life.

They were like life