After playing with the five children for a while, the night grew even deeper.
At the stroke of midnight, the entire villa was engulfed in silence, save for the cluster of five little spheres of light huddling together; the rest of the room was shrouded in darkness, making it impossible to see each other's faces.
Lu Shaodan was still immersed in the information she had received today, no, yesterday, feeling for the first time that no matter where, the world is equally filthy and terrifying. She sighed, ready to talk to Lu Mingxia, to lift her spirits when she suddenly felt an icy hand press down on the back of her hand.
In the darkness, she instinctively looked in the direction of He Qing. Using the dim white light, it seemed that He Qing was also holding Lu Mingxia's hand, whispering, "It's here."
The night was eerily quiet.
