Bao Shaojin merely glanced at it, then followed the path that An Yin pointed out.
The dim, narrow corridor was flanked by dilapidated houses. Smoke filled the air, with occasional ashes drifting past and gently landing on the ground.
An Yin nestled in the man's embrace, holding the gift he gave her. Her breath, warm and soft, hovered around the man's neck, seemingly burning his skin and making his heart itch with a yearning. Yet, the man had always had good self-control. At this moment, while cradling a soft and fragrant treasure, his steps remained steady.
As they walked along the base of the wall, despite the absence of light, the man's eyes were completely unaffected by the night.
The sixth floor.
