On the Top of the Tower beneath an ink-black night, a refined beauty stood with an awe-inspiring strength.
Her pale golden hair streamed across her mixed-race features. Amid the boundless darkness, only her white-and-gold evening gown broke free into a tall, striking silhouette, so eye-catching that the myriad lights behind her became mere backdrop.
The instant Fang Ran saw Ling appear here, surprise flashed through his dark eyes.
"Ling, why are you—"
Ignoring his astonishment, Ling appeared out of nowhere as though she had seen everything he had done. In the adult form from her past, she merely gazed calmly into the night from the Top of the Tower.
"That company cut corners in construction more than once in pursuit of profit. There are also quite a few loopholes involving embezzlement in its accounts and management."
"Even if you intervened this time, you only delayed the next identical accident."
Looking at her figure amid the night on the tower and hearing those words, Fang Ran paused slightly.
Then he withdrew his gaze, looked once more over Beijing beneath the night, and let out a soft breath. With the night wind tousling the loose strands over his forehead, he smiled faintly.
"Yeah, I know."
He had clearly arrived long ago, yet waited until the very last moment to act.
No one had died. It was not a life-or-death situation that demanded his intervention. He could have ignored it entirely.
So Fang Ran had wondered whether it might have been better not to act, whether reality should be left to correct itself, whether his intervention would instead let certain people escape punishment and lead to an even worse accident next time, just as it had with that street race.
The activity of participants could affect reality.
But when he saw that man