At 8:40 p.m., it seemed as if the city was welcoming its last hustle of the day. Suddenly, the phone he had swiped from the spirited young man began to ring. Tang Ye walked over to it; it was an alarm, with a reminder stating: "Approaching curfew time…"
Looking up at the ceiling, it wasn't just this phone ringing. Around him, there were also the sounds of other phones ringing, as if they were all reminding their owners. For Tang Ye, this noise was a bit sudden. He could hear the ringing of phones from all directions, but after a while, they were each silenced by their users. The few homes that still had lights on outside also went dark at this moment. Even the light from room 701 of the hotel extinguished. In this city, or rather, in this world, maybe his was the only light still on.
