Interlude: Three Thousand Meters Above the Night Sky, You Can Cheer to Your Heart's Content

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Countless buildings lit up across the black sea of the world.

Crisscrossing roads resembled golden veins, while the streams of traffic flowed like blood, accelerating the city's dazzling prosperity.

Who knew how many people were making their way through streets and alleys after work, returning to their homes in the southern suburbs? Or how many were still fighting on in Xike's office buildings, sipping coffee during brief breaks?

The commercial district of North District was still open, while the silhouettes of cruise ships drifted along the East River, carrying the extravagant pleasures of the upper class.

Beijing at night.

At the heart of Central District, in Starfall Plaza, atop the city's landmark—the Starfall Tower, which stood over three hundred meters tall—a young man with a Silver Dragon resting on one shoulder

sat at the dizzying, trembling edge, quietly gazing out at the sight before him.

After leaving the garden courtyard, Fang Ran had not flown directly back to The Cabin. Instead, he had wandered through the night sky, soaring freely before stopping in the cool, gentle night breeze and letting his happiness slowly ferment.

Why?

Fang Ran turned to look in a direction not far below. The Forbidden City lay quietly asleep in the night, while Kaige Avenue ran along the East River before him.

He had once driven a carriage through there twice.

Fang Ran still remembered the end of that grand summer vacation, when he had walked through the streets by the East River with a melancholy, despondent heart.

At the time, he had still been unable to step out from the shadows of his past. Afraid that scene would happen again, he had desperately wanted to protect his ordinary life, no matter the cost.

He also remembered the last time he had returned home from the