The night is very quiet tonight, so quiet that not a single car can be seen on the road nearby.
The entire palace still stands brilliantly lit at sea, yet no human shadows are seen moving around.
The bridge leading to the palace gate is adorned beautifully tonight; originally a wooden bridge, it is now decorated with a variety of flowers, white Phalaenopsis as the base, intermixed with many white roses.
The snow-like white spreads from the bridgehead all the way to the palace entrance at sea, even the wind is filled with fragrance everywhere.
Summer Ford stood quietly at one end of the bridge, gazing around but not seeing any parked cars, a frown appeared on her brow.
Gone?
Summer Ford felt a void in her heart.
With puzzles in mind, she stepped onto the bridge, walking slowly towards the palace at sea.
The night is so quiet tonight, not even a single waiter is seen, not the slightest liveliness as usual.
