The sunset had long vanished without a trace. When the last glimmer of twilight disappeared from the horizon line, the sky, like black velvet, inevitably and heavily descended.
Along the cobblestone path in the courtyard, street lamps were placed at intervals, their dim yellow bulbs failing to illuminate the nearby dense shrubs and treetops.
In the daytime, this place would occasionally bustle with patients strolling around with the company of medical staff or family members, exuding vitality. But as darkness fell, the area was deserted and everywhere one looked was shrouded in grimness.
Lin Xingjie walked along the path as if on a casual stroll.
She didn't seem the least bit worried that her target would escape without a trace.
A few minutes later, the girl arrived in front of a glass door.
Both doors were plastered with notices, and a few bicycles were placed beside the stairs. Rust spots marred the lock that hung on the door.
