The night in Sicily was extraordinarily quiet, a completely different experience compared to the bustling, never-sleeping cities of the world.
In an ordinary European-style building near the seaside of Sicily, two people with Eastern faces, one sitting and one standing, hadn't spoken for a long time.
It was clear that this place was far from the most prosperous city in Sicily and was relatively desolate. Apart from the constant roaring of the Mediterranean waves, few other sounds could be heard.
Sha Qianfan sat on the sofa in the room, while Shi Tou stood by the window.
Both men were silent, neither speaking, and the small room was unusually quiet.
"Do you think he will come?" Sha Qianfan finally broke the silence, speaking casually, as if everything was within his grasp.
"Maybe." Shi Tou, standing by the window, replied ambiguously.
