The East finally revealed a hint of dawn. Light dispelled the heavy darkness, and this difficult night finally passed.
Long Lingli looked at the mysterious horizon, his eyes slightly tinged with red. He tilted his head back and poured the last bit of rose-colored liquid from the cup into his mouth before reaching out to pull the curtains closed.
It was a sunny day, with golden rays rising from the horizon, adorning the sky over Mandara Manor, making the entire estate appear very splendid... However, Long Lingli did not like the sunlight. He preferred the darkness, liked to lurk in the shadows like a vampire, not letting anyone see him. Perhaps these habits came from Sinful City, or perhaps from those crazy five years in Purgatory, or maybe from a once gloomy childhood.
The curtains blocked out the sunlight, and the room returned to its dark state. He put down the wine glass and began to remove his clothes, taking them off piece by piece, and walked into the bathroom.
