Ji Han looked at the clock on the table. The hour hand pointed to 6.
The sky outside the window has not yet completely darkened, and a few street lights are sporadically lit on the dark blue streets, which is indescribably weird, as if they are quietly waiting for night to fall and the world to reveal its original sin and darkness. Ji Han stared out the window, her thoughts drifting back to that summer, the summer that changed her life.