As Bei Lingfeng and Hua Yunliang left, this dark night suddenly retreated from all its starlight, not a hint of brightness remained!
In this dim corner of City S, it actually resembled a forgotten area. Here, there were no dazzling spotlights, no colorful fireworks, no blaring car horns, and no noisy sound systems; so quiet, it was as if it were an isolated "Shangri-La"!
——"You say, we're the same! I agree, I'm afraid that one day we'll drift apart, I think, you feel the same!" (Yunliang)
——Right now, in my mind, I suddenly recall that song that's often played in your car: "Lonely Sun." I remember, some of the lyrics go like this:
