At a resort out of town.
A group of young people were drinking, eating, and gathering together.
Ever since graduation, they had gone out to have fun and get together every year whenever they had the chance.
Unless they were truly too busy and could not get time off work, they generally never missed it.
Zhao Yang's former girlfriend was named Pei Ling, and his former roommate and buddy was named Pan Yu.
Ever since Zhao Yang had died, and his roommates and classmates had collectively played dumb and fallen silent.
An invisible bond seemed to have formed among them.
There was a sense that they were all in the same boat.
Every year, they would gather without having to arrange it beforehand.
They would ask around to see whether any of them had suffered any bad luck.
Especially now.
After all.
Xiao Yu had appeared now, completely shattering many people's atheism.
They were even more afraid that Zhao Yang would come for their lives in revenge.
However.
Although everyone who had taken part in that trip bore some responsibility for Zhao Yang's death.
The real culprits were still that scumbag couple, after all.
So every year, when they saw those two still alive and well, with their careers going smoothly and their romance as sweet as ever.
Everyone would quietly breathe a sigh of relief.
At the dining tables, the former classmates were now paired up.
Quite a few were even married and had brought along spouses who had nothing to do with the original incident.
Most of their discussions were about work, life, and so on.
Although, to a large extent, they had gathered because of "Zhao Yang's death."
In reality, not one of them was willing to mention him.
And in the private room next to theirs.