Chapter 133 Reconstruct the Scene

2 a.m.

There are no streetlights, and occasionally a car passes by on the road, its headlights glaring, its noise grating.

In the sky, a few more stars than can be seen from the city center dot the expanse. However, few people bother to look up, and even fewer have the leisure to count them. Even the children are too preoccupied with their studies to care.

The air still carries hints of a sweltering heat—not the actual temperature but more an atmosphere of restlessness.

It's as if those workers coming off the late shift all wear expressions of utter exhaustion.

The vendors selling late-night snacks by the road all have stony faces, half-heartedly soliciting passersby before wearily retracting their arms.

Stray dogs loitering around hardly bother begging for food from the people passing by since the enthusiasm and initiative to feed them are lacking at this hour, and the dogs are unwilling to risk begging for attention.