Huang Yi also left the square and wandered directionless into the deep night. The residents of Thornbush City had mostly gone to sleep, and the streets were desolate, with many shops already shuttered.
As he walked along, Huang Yi came upon a garden.
The garden was filled with the fragrance of flowers, serene and peaceful. No one was around; only the dim street lamps cast a solitary glow. The warm lights from the nearby residential buildings, which hadn't turned off their lights, filtered through the paper-covered windows.
Next to a flowerbed in front of Huang Yi was a carved bench, and he walked over and gently sat down. All around was quiet, and the bright moonlight fell on him, casting a hazy shadow on the ground. Time seemed to stand still, frozen in this night-time garden.
Huang Yi turned his head to look around, taking in the sight of the various flowers under the night sky. Suddenly, his gaze fell on a residential building's window and he stared intently at it.