The sky had darkened, and with few people left on campus, it suddenly felt desolate and empty. He Qing had nothing urgent to do and wasn't in a hurry to work, so she looked around, feeling somewhat estranged.
However, even with the lack of people, the dense, layered atmosphere still lingered above the campus. Though it had weakened due to the special occasion today, it continued to protect its students.
This was rare nowadays, for a school to still emanate such grand spiritual light.
By October, darkness fell by six o'clock, and the streets buzzed with those off from work or stuck in traffic. Considering tonight was the Ghost Festival, when countless ghosts roamed, those who could avoid overtime returned home early. In a short span, the roads outside were thronged with traffic, dense and orderly, the overpasses glittered with neon-like car and street lights twinkling on the dark blue backdrop of night, a resplendent sight to behold.
