Zhou Li sat on the rooftop, cradling a bowl of blueberries, eating while looking into the distance.
The sunset, reflected in his eyes, presented a splendid array of colors, yet it all blurred into a muddle. It was like ink spilled on rice paper, spreading uncontrollably into a chaotic riot of color.
It possessed a peculiar kind of beauty.
Swallows flew by in the sky, but he couldn't see them—not even a tiny black dot. He could only hear their chirping.
Perhaps they were singing.
There were also the sounds of bats—the distinctive FLAP-FLAP of their wings.
Zhou Li tried turning his head to listen intently, attempting to determine their positions by sound alone. However, they flew too quickly, were too numerous, and their sounds were too jumbled, making it incredibly difficult to pinpoint their locations.
