He walked forward step by step with a laptop in hand, the vast office pitch dark, with only the occasional motion-sensor light flickering on at the sound of his footsteps. His silhouette, clad in a black suit, looked worn and thin.
In the spacious office, He Xing sat at his desk without turning on the lights. He leaned wearily against the leather chair, with the night sky visible through the floor-to-ceiling window. The cerulean sky, clear as if washed clean, was devoid of stars or moon, yet it carried an untouched purity.
Looking down, one could see a sea of neon lights. City A never slept, bustling even more at night than during the day.
Despite the height of his office, he felt as though he could still hear the noise from the city below.
In the past, he hated these sounds, but now he found them... so full of life, something he had never experienced before, but perhaps trying it out wasn't such a bad idea.
