Late at night, White Bird City remained brightly lit.
High and low, white paper lanterns were scattered across the sky, emitting a luminous glow, floating slowly.
A middle-aged man in his forties staggered out of Fan Building.
Along familiar streets, he walked to a certain junction. Raising his head to look at the distant main road, then turned to look at the narrow alley on the left. His somewhat befuddled mind wobbled as he mumbled a few words and turned to walk into the narrow alley entrance.
The lights behind him gradually dimmed, and the bustling sounds faded away too.
At one moment, the hairs on the back of the middle-aged man's neck stood up, as if sensing something tightly following behind him. He shivered and sobered up a bit. He suddenly turned around, only to find nothing there.
"Is it just an illusion?"
The middle-aged man felt perplexed.
