The headlights cut through the darkness as the van turned the final corner, finally stopping on the embankment of the Yangon Riverfront.
"Young master, I've dropped you off here; I need to hurry back to return the car."
Gu Weijing waved goodbye to Brother Mumbai, who was already drowsy in the driver's seat.
Just like when he went to the orphanage, the return trip through the winding city roads took quite some time.
It was now late at night, with the world in complete silence.
All the streetlights were extinguished; Gu Weijing quietly made his way home through the gallery's back door, plugged his phone in to charge, and then went to the bathroom to take a bath.
After running around all day in the vast Yangon City, he was indeed tired.
Gu Weijing dispelled the thought of drawing another sketch and decided to wash up briefly and go to sleep.
"Buzz buzz!"
"The user you follow [Shengzi] has updated their INSTAGRAM."
Coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a bathrobe,
