Half of the area was still in revelry, while the other half had already turned off the lights and shut down. Looking down from a high place, the North District was entirely split into two, separated by darkness and light. It was deeply silent and the chaotic side didn't seem to make sense.
In the silence, several shadows slid past and landed beside a dark figure. Without any unnecessary words, after receiving a few gestures, the figures darted in different directions, while the one standing at a height flashed forward from the air, slipping into a shadow below.
Yan Fengying hadn't had a good night's sleep for several days. She felt tired, sleepy, and very hungry. Most crucially, ever since that young man came, no one else had appeared. Except for a person who delivered three meals regularly without speaking much, she had hardly seen anyone else, saving her even the energy to speak.
