210

Mingcheng Apartment, 44th floor.

Outside, the lights had just come on and the stars were glittering; however, inside the apartment was pitch black, the darkness so thick it was suffocating. Occasionally, a flash of white from the TV flickered across the walls.

Ye Feimo sat in front of the TV, constantly fiddling with the remote. He didn't even know what he wanted to watch, his face expressionless as he pressed the buttons.

He changed channels so quickly that the sound had no chance to emerge before he had moved on.

The light reflected from the TV cast his face in a ghostly pallor. Ye Feimo watched the TV intently, now slowing his pace, still pressing, but this time waiting for sound before changing channels again.

Besides the noise of the TV, there was silence inside the apartment.

The familiar hustle and bustle was gone, the familiar scents were gone, the familiar people were gone, and suddenly, he found the silence of his home terrifying.

It was nine o'clock.