Prologue

However, the oval light screen that had unknowingly appeared in front of the street halted his steps

In the magical era of 1994, a meteor streaked across the night sky of Valoran. The enormous fireball, shining with intense light and heat, trailed a long tail and, amidst the astonished gazes of many, fell heavily into the depths of the Winter's Clutch, a land ravaged by monstrous beasts.

The gradually quickening footsteps reflect a pressing desire to return home. Xiao Mu Yu, carrying a bag of discounted vegetables, strolls along the street as night falls, the dim streetlights casting a long shadow behind him

This... this is..." With some astonishment, Xiao Mu Yu instinctively took two steps back, staring at the enormous white light screen with a diameter of about 2 meters. Looking around, he noticed that the people on the street under the night seemed oblivious to this strange light screen, automatically moving to the sides as they passed by, without even glancing at it.

In that place of flickering lights, in a corner unknown to anyone, there unfolds a scene of white and black, a juxtaposition of tranquility and noise, a conflict between the numbness and yearning of the human heart

On a midsummer night, a gentle breeze swept through, tousling the short black hair of the seventeen-year-old boy. Before Xiao Mu Yu could regain his senses, a powerful force surged from the light curtain, instantly pulling the unsuspecting boy into it, causing him to vanish from the street.

What is happening? The boy's expression was somewhat astonished as he rubbed his eyes vigorously, and Xiao Mu Yu almost thought he was experiencing an illusion

Night falls quickly, and in this midsummer, one can only occasionally catch glimpses of the coolness that is rarely seen during the scorching white days in the evening. Although the temperature in the city where Xiao Mu Yu resides is much cooler compared to other places in China, summer is still summer, and the temperatures of summer are mostly hot.

At the other end of the street, several dozen meters away, the sign of the bar, illuminated by dazzling neon lights, emits an intoxicating and hazy glow in the night, casting a rosy hue on the faces of passersby

But none of this has anything to do with him

In the blurred eyes, the lights are obscured within the city, floating in the indifference of the city

However, for Xiao Mu Yu, whether it is the bright or dim lights before her, or the dazzling neon at the entrance of the bar in the distance, they are merely a vague sight far away, much like drifting on a solitary sea, with fishing lights scattered about, both real and illusory, elusive and unfathomable

As the shadows quietly change, they extend the paths of the city's movement, intertwining with the vehicles in the weathered streets of the old town, and swirling amidst the crowds under the neon lights. In this time when the city's lights begin to shine, the distant lights are enchanting, the neon lights of homes are bright amidst the buildings, reflecting the night sky which transforms into a shimmering light of pale gray

As the time grows late, a solitary figure walks beneath the dim glow of the streetlights on the street, the night scene hurries by, and the passersby rush past. The sunlight fades away, only to be met by a transformation.

As night falls, the mottled lights rest among the scattered buildings, as if embodying the city's restless solitude. The city is shrouded in mist, with lights flickering dimly, yet between the city and its lights, no one can truly know who has shaped whom.