Ouyang turned and walked toward the neon-lit streets of the bustling district, the alley behind him gradually growing indistinct.
In excellent spirits, Ouyang strolled through the bustling district. It was already the small hours of the night, and the metropolis had no shortage of drunken young people at that hour.
With his delivery uniform off, Ouyang was a young man too, his steps light as he walked through the bustling district, even humming a song.
At some point, the ankle he had accidentally twisted earlier had healed.
Walking through the bustling district, Ouyang felt more relaxed than ever before, his whole body floating as though he might ascend to immortality. He had not drunk anything, yet he felt pleasantly tipsy.
Along the way, Ouyang spun around now and then, occasionally took a great leap, danced vigorously for a stretch, or recited a poem with feeling and expression.
The pedestrians passing him all looked at Ouyang as though he were an idiot. His crazed antics really did give the impression that something was wrong with his head.
But Ouyang did not care. He only grew more unrestrained, eventually rolling on the ground and holding on to a utility pole as he shook his way through a sizzling dance.
Only when the patrolling management personnel chased him all over the place did Ouyang finally leave the bustling district, gasping for breath.
The instant he stepped out of the bustling district, Ouyang felt a sluggish dullness in his body, as though he had passed through some sort of barrier.
He swayed, steadied himself in the darkness, and turned to look back. Behind him, the lights blazed, traffic streamed past, and voices rose in a roaring clamor.
The two City Management Personnel who had been chasing him had disappeared.
Ouyang laughed uproariously, laughing until