C35 Throwing Trash

Zuoyu stood alone on the rooftop, gazing at the lights flickering on in the city below. Just then, Zi Luo clambered up beside her, gripping the ladder unsteadily. She finally made it to the top, her face etched with concern. "Miss, what are you doing up here in the middle of the night? It's freezing."

"Zi Luo, do you see that glowing place over there?" Zuoyu's voice was hoarse, fragmented