On an empty street in the city center, an inconspicuous car sat parked at a street corner, blending into the surrounding scene and appearing perfectly ordinary.
Bright sunlight struck the window, forming a dazzling halo.
Within that halo, a pale face reflected in the window. Though his eyes were closed, his brow was tightly furrowed, as if he were having a bizarre nightmare.
"Not me..."
His sleep-mumbled words were unclear. He lightly shook his head, as though arguing with someone, or trying to prove something.
"Their deaths had nothing to do with me. None of this should have had anything to do with me..."
He began to grow agitated. The calm expression on his face gave way to a trace of panic, as though he had learned something terrifying.
"So it was you and him..."
One could only wish for someone who controlled souls and memories to appear and extend their perspective into this dream, so they could discover why he had spoken those three sentences.
But unfortunately, no one possessed such an ability. As for ghosts...
Ji Li slowly opened his eyes. The glaring sunlight made him shut them again as soon as he opened them. With difficulty, he moved away from the car window and sat in the empty cabin, listening to the silence of the dead city.
His eyes were equally lifeless, his mind holding nothing at all as he simply sat there and stared out the window.
At the end of the road, the traffic light dripping rainwater downward entered its final countdown.
The wind stirred the branches, knocking them against the utility pole again and again. Withered leaves, unable to bear the weight of the rainwater, fell one after another.
The traffic lights flashed red and green in alternation, as though they had entered some