The heavy rain slapped against the car windows, and the windshield wipers pushed the curtain of rain to one side, the colors of the neon above stretched out in the night rain like the aurora.
Officer Zhang parked the car by the roadside and looked up at the height of the sixth floor.
Through the window with the tightly drawn white curtains, a black shadow flickered in and out of view. At this time, Qiuzi was dancing in the dance studio.
Even after everything that had happened, she was still so disciplined.
Officer Zhang sat in the car, quietly watching the graceful figure spinning and jumping, her gaze unconsciously a bit misty.
The black shadow cast a long phantom, flickering on and off. The girl's dance moves were not only bold and beautiful but also carried a bewitching allure that made people involuntarily indulge.