Mo Jingshen approached the ceiling-to-floor windows, lifting his lids to glance outside.
The place Qin Siting stood faced the villa standing not far away across the windows.
The villa was not lit; no one had returned. The large, black gates engraved with the image of birds had also been quiet for the entire night.
On this side of the window, there was only a single floor light lit. Under the dusky rays of light, no one spoke. There was a moment of silence.
It was as though the entire world was silent. There was only a white cat perched atop the high walls of the villa across. Occasionally, it released one or two meows.
