C43 Conspiracy Calculation

The late autumn night was suffused with a harsh chill.

Waves after waves of cold wind, tricky and cunning, were always blowing when people relaxed their guard, engulfing the last remnants of summer and causing people's hair to stand on end.

However, in the Longahe, a brightly lit city that did not seem to be afraid of the cold at all.

Even though it was already late at night