Chapter 72
I Next This must be a dream.
Raciel knew the moment he lifted his head. In this dream-like state, Raciel, or rather, Lee Han, allowed a wry chuckle to escape him.
‘It’s been ages since this scene greeted me.’
A late-night junction. Flickering traffic lights. Cabs disregarding traffic rules and driving recklessly. Inebriated folks trying to flag those cabs. The night hummed with the peculiar quiet of crowded but silent people, and he was threading his way through them.
Weaving slowly.
Moving his tired feet homeward, to his dwelling. A little further and he’ll be there. Once there, he can rest in peace. The pace he maintained, constantly motivating himself.
This was just like old times.
‘I endured this every day during my freshman year.’
He was strapped for cash.