The night had deepened.
Compared to other parts of the city, it was rather quiet here, with few cars passing by below, especially at night.
However, the wind was strong here, especially at night.
Zhou Li's apartment was on a high floor. If the windows weren't shut, the noise from the wind would be significant at night. If the door to the room was also left open, the wind would lift the curtains, pushing them open one moment and sucking them against the window the next, the fabric rustling loudly and disturbing the peace.
The wind was quite strong tonight.
Zhou Li, however, didn't mind much; he just held an ancient book and sat on the bed, focused and frowning in the lamplight.
Brother Nan lay beside him, unusually not playing with her phone.
