The night is deep, but people are still restless. The sound of waves rustling comes from Tokyo Bay, and the city's neon lights soar like dragons.
The café is empty, the radio still playing a piece of jazz; the attic upstairs is silent, with a girl in a kimono sleeping at the moment, the cold moonlight piercing through the paper window and casting on her pale face.
On the wooden rooftop of the attic, a young man sits quietly with his legs crossed.
Xia Pingzhou gazes into the distance at the brightly lit Rainbow Bridge, where vehicles move in an endless stream, forming a long river of light.
He let out a sigh of relief, thinking that his mentor should come to talk with him later. Today is the day "Paradise" opens, and soon he will see Kong Youling there. Thinking of this improved his mood considerably, so he took out his phone and glanced at the message he received.
