C424 Is This Real

Jiang Bei was sitting on a rattan chair on the balcony, staring blankly at the sky outside the window.

It was almost dusk and rows of birds flew across the sky, chirping. The last rays of the setting sun, reflected off by the layers of clouds, coated the sky with a layer of golden light. The distant sky was both quiet and desolate.

Jiang Bei sat there quietly