"So, you've made a good friend, eh? When I told you the truth about the situation the day before yesterday, you didn't believe me. Now that you've seen his act, have you come to a new understanding of him?"
Domo's heart was a mixture of feelings, it was too magical—his girlfriend was faithless, his friends had ulterior motives, and his old man was cunning and shrewd.
Why can't everyone be simpler?
He always wanted to be a simple dream-chasing boy, but he knew all too well that there were no dreams in America, this was the real West Coast.
The last person who called himself a West Coast dream-chaser was Eris, and that poor man had already been killed in prison.
Eris fell at the feet of power, and Domo watched helplessly as he transformed from a desperate prisoner into Cheng Daqi's loyal dog—and he had just noticed it.
That's why he found CEO Cheng's platitudes so magical.
You clearly did everything, yet you can still stand before me with a smile.
