The moonlight is dim, and the bright lights have just begun to illuminate the city.
Xu Shu stands by the window, opening a small corner of the smooth curtain to peek at the street outside.
It's already past ten at night. You can see the bustling night market on the street, with people coming and going.
Young enthusiasts showcase their talents, and the sound of gongs and drums fills the air.
The food stalls on the streets rise and fall, and the aroma wafts for miles.
[It looks just like an ordinary small-town night...]
Ordinary? Is that referring solely to the 'wasteland of D9B3 district'? In that context, it seems ordinary, right? Xu Shu smirks, silently adding a thought.
If it were in any other place, such a vibrant night scene would be impossible on the wasteland.
[Anyway, there's a lot of beautiful ladies outside, the night is cool, why not take a stroll? You're thinking.] A line of pseudo-inner thoughts pops up in the void.
"Ha, I didn't think that."
