Outside the light, the darkness was dense; the mist floated, merging the mountain's silhouette with layers of grey mist as if they had become one.
Lin Yi furrowed his brow, wondering if it was because some of his feelings hadn't yet emerged from that abstract painting with a collapsed style. He always felt that tonight, under the grey mist, the world strangely possessed a charm like gazing at the black sea shrouded in fog from within a castle.
Especially when the evening breeze blew through the invisible ridges, producing a rustling sound that at a certain moment sounded somewhat similar to the roaring tide of the surging sea.
In such grey mist, figures occasionally emerged from the hazy light and shadows like surfacing from the water, using the "Dormitory Building-096" lamppost as a station, stepping through the domain formed by the light onto the steps, passing by him, and entering the first-floor corridor of the dormitory building.
