In the dead of night, there was only a cold light swaying in the darkness in the corridor of the museum.
Xiao Yi clasped his hands behind his back and casually inspected the rows of display cabinets.
His steps were light, as if he were afraid of breaking the silence.
The beam of light from the old flashlight in his hand slid across the glass exhibits, occasionally reflecting tiny fragments of light, adding a bit of a weird atmosphere.
