The night was already deep.
In a high-rise apartment in the heart of Boundary City, Bai Li Qing, dressed in her nightgown, poured herself a glass of strong liquor and strolled over to the large floor-to-ceiling window.
The room was unlit, only a dim yellow glow from a nightlight in the corner outlining the furnishings.
Outside the vast floor-to-ceiling window lay a breathtaking night scene, the massive city illuminated by neon lights.
The brilliant colors shimmered like some living creature breathing, flowing amidst the layers of tall buildings.
The earth seemed endless, the light and shadow of the urban landscape stretched infinitely into the distance, vanishing into a veil of misty night.
In this darkness, Bai Li Qing's reflection appeared particularly fragile against the glass.
Fog began to rise outside the window.
The thin mist formed out of nowhere, rapidly and uniformly cloaking the night, gradually becoming a swirling gray-white curtain.
The scenery of Boundary City appeared hazy and ethereal in the mist.
Then, a pair of indifferent eyes emerged outside the window, calmly watching Bai Li Qing standing before it.