After a night had passed, when Xu Xiangyang saw Lin Xingjie again, it was nearly noon.
The intense sunlight was dizzying, the transparent windows and bright white metal frames were lost in the blinding brilliant halo that made it impossible to keep one's eyes open.
With the changing angle of the external light, the shadows of the complex columns and structural walls within the building stretched over the crimson carpet, like a dark palace hanging upside down in another underworld, spreading silently and densely.
...The light was so strong it was astonishing, almost unusually so. It seemed to be because the location was near the sky, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky to block, having been cleared away by some external force.
He walked on the soft carpet, weaving between windows, with the fierce and shimmering light weaving continuously, like a river of molten gold flowing slowly through the air.