The city of A at five in the morning is the quietest time of the day in this never-sleeping city, but even a city that never sleeps has its resting hours, and from three to five in the morning is the only time when this city, which has been noisy all day, is quiet.
The electronic screens on the skyscrapers have already gone dark, and the colorful lights are no more—the only light in the city comes from the streetlamps on either side of the road.
But under the cover of thick fog, the light from the streetlamps becomes particularly faint; from a distance, they look like the eyes of monsters hidden behind the fog, indifferent, bloodthirsty…
He Xing turned on the high beams, but could only barely make out the area three meters ahead.
The hands of the clock tic-tocked forward, and He Xing knew he had to slow down, but as soon as he did, he felt his eyelids start to fight each other.
