The thousands of lights looked like scattered stars, the distant skyscrapers' neon lights shifting colors on the glass curtain walls, adorning the entire sleeping city dreamily and fantastically.
Chen Qiming stared out the window for a few seconds, but there was nothing.
He then let out a sigh of relief and laughed at himself, indeed he drank too much.
Just as he was about to turn around to leave, a voice, as if drifting from an extremely far place, clearly sounded beside his ear.
"Qiming..."
The voice was light and elder-like, with an inexplicable sense of familiarity.
Chen Qiming stiffened all over, the mineral water bottle in his hand dropped onto the carpet with a dull thump.
He turned around sharply, his pupils suddenly contracted.
On the floor-to-ceiling window that reflected the city's night scene, at some point, a blurry figure appeared.
The figure stood in front of him, its outline hazy, as if through a dense fog.
