Lin Yan and Mike walked a bit further, the cool breeze gently blowing. She looked back, and beside the alley they came from stood a commercial building with tea-colored glass.
On the building's outer glass panels, a reflection of a full moon could be seen. Some windows on the side were open, revealing the bright light from white bulbs inside.
At the top of the building, the dull purple letter sign stood solitary against the night sky.
"Higgin Building," Lin Yan couldn't help but say aloud.
"It looks like an office complex. Given the speed at which this city's various industries are declining, this building won't last long before going bankrupt," Mike said, also looking back.
As they spoke, a homeless man walked past them, as if he couldn't see them.
"The impact of spiritual enterprises on other industries wasn't one of the conditions you intentionally set, was it?" Lin Yan asked.
