In the Ancient Pine Tower in January, night fell early.
By just after six o'clock, the sky was already fully dark, and snowflakes were drifting down.
Perhaps because of the city lights and the swirling snow and mist, the sky, which should have been pitch-black, glowed faintly with a dull rose color.
"Click."
With the opening of the café door, several people filed out.
Liu Juncai looked at the snowflakes falling from the sky: "At this time of year, the polar night in the Third District shouldn't be over yet."
Lin Shihao: "If we take night vision gear, let's see whether the Bookstore will let us use it."
Listening to their conversation, Du Yu didn't chime in.
The darkness never troubled Du Yu at all.
On the contrary, the darker the environment, the deeper Du Yu's camouflage became.
Lin Shiwei said softly, "Let's go."
Liu Juncai invited again, "Not staying for dinner together?"
Lin Shiwei shook her head, "See you in a few days."
