The night was as desolate and dim as ever, with sparse stars and a hazy moon. The city of S, noisy all night long, finally entered its weary phase and began to quiet down.
Only, in this well-landscaped villa area, it was eerily quiet, perhaps even deathly so, for not even the chirping of nightingales could be found.
Yet, Shu Jiaojiao found it to be just perfect! It was far from the downtown noise but allowed her through the floor-to-ceiling windows to gaze at the aurora hovering over the city's tallest skyscraper. The city's romantic and dazzling nightscape resembled a confused dream, dimly outlined at the end of her sight, giving her a feeling of standing outside the noise, coldly watching this busy, bloated city "act up."
However, today Shu Jiaojiao had forgotten how many times she had stood alone in front of these floor-to-ceiling windows, leisurely sipping red wine from a tall glass, waiting with a heart full of disappointment for Bei Lingfeng to return.
