The moonlight was like water, quietly watching over the earth, cold stars flickered, silent and speechless, windless, and the earth was a gray haze. The city was also plunged into a dark silence, with only the occasional sight of swift cars on the streets. The pale headlights illuminated the surroundings but quickly disappeared into the winding alleys, leaving no trace.
This city had been without power for a while. Perhaps due to the lateness of the hour, people had simply gone to bed, not caring about the power outage. Some rooms faintly glowed with the weak light of candles. In a high hotel building, in a top-floor guest room, Lan Xue stood by the window, motionless, like a statue. Her beautiful eyes held frost, staring intently toward the direction of the distant castle, where her beloved and brothers who shared life and death were.
