The deep winter night was very quiet.
The neon lights on the high-rise buildings on both sides of the road had faded away. The dazzling brilliance of the colorful lights that had just come on had disappeared, leaving only the street lamps on both sides of the road still emitting a soft glow, illuminating a small area around them.
The occasional roar of speeding cars pierced the stillness of the night.
Huang Tao drove his car back to his neighborhood.
At this time.
Every household had already turned off their lights and was resting, settled into dreams.
The night was like a black curtain, covering the earth.
Every building was pitch black.
Everything seemed very serene.
Parked the car.
Along the familiar little path in the neighborhood, he walked toward home.
When he arrived in front of the building he lived in, he couldn't help but look up at his own window and suddenly found that the lights in his home were still on.
In the darkness, it seemed particularly eye-catching.
