Another day had passed, and the night was ink-black. A crescent moon hung high in the sky, with specks of starlight sparkling like jewels, adorning the entire heavens.
With the arrival of night, it signified the beginning of nightlife. People who had been busy all day took to the streets to enjoy the coolness of the evening.
Inside Villa No. 66 in the Ziyuan District, the lights were brilliant, but the usual hustle and bustle were gone. That afternoon, Bai Qiao Mountain and He Cailan, among others, had already moved back to their ancestral home, taking with them Mrs. Zhao, Bai Zhiqing's former nanny. Moreover, with Bai Weiwei and Mandala around to look after things, there was no need for too much concern.
In the bedroom, the cool moonlight shone through the room. Lu Tianxing stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, lighting a cigarette for himself. He watched the view outside quietly, enjoying the cool breeze on his face.
