"Am I not supposed to leave the mall at night?" Han Fei faintly felt that something was amiss.
Wang Ping'an, however, didn't think too much of it. He put on his helmet, checked all his items one by one, and then mounted his electric scooter with the seriousness of a first-grader riding a bike for the first time.
"Ping'an, go a little faster!" Han Fei was somewhat impatient. He took Wang Ping'an and left the mall, but Huang Li had no reaction at all, and the lights inside the second-hand supermarket seemed to have dimmed a lot.
"Okay, okay." Wang Ping'an, carrying Han Fei, rode on the pitch-black road, where the night was so oppressive it was hard to breathe.
Most of the street lights on both sides of the road were malfunctioning, casting twisted glimmers as if warped by something.
In this darkness, light couldn't bring a sense of safety.
As they crossed the main road, Wang Ping'an reached a crossroad where the traffic light was red.