C508 I've Been Hunting You for Thousands of Miles

Qing Hui walked through the night, every step he took was in the shadows.

Stepping into the shadows, he disappeared. The next moment, he emerged from the shadows a few hundred feet away.

As long as there was light, there would be shadows.

Shadow was a kind of darkness, but it and light depended on each other.

Without darkness, the concept of light did not exist; without light