C201 Huang Tianliang's Residual Soul

Weird and I stood on the roof. I had come out of his clothes long ago, and we stood facing each other, the wind blowing our hair loose, the city looking beautiful under the night sky, the street lamps like stars, but in the darkness where the street lamps couldn't reach us, something seemed to be stirring.

"You're from below." I looked into Crow's eyes with certainty