The snow fell gently.
The Tianhe Stadium in the North New District was not brightly lit due to its remote location, with only the streetlights casting shadows around, making it appear even more sinister, like a beast lurking in the shadows ready to devour anyone who crossed its path.
The wind was calm.
Snow danced leisurely across the sky.
Only those who approached the top of the stadium stands on this pitch-black night could see a pair of long, slender legs, akin to chopsticks, clad in cute little leather boots, swinging joyfully like snowflakes at the edge of the stand's canopy, while a light and clear voice hummed an enchanting folk song.
"Dim lights hanging mid-air, cicada chirps echo in the snowy night, the genius found redemption in the gods, greed fell into a pool of blood..."
