In late October 2009, a violent storm was brewing.
Forces from all sides were surging in secret, calculating against each other, pressing step by step.
Behind those seemingly friendly relationships, hidden killing intentions lurked, just as Jiang Muwan had said, this was essentially a struggle among the high ranks, not unlike the power struggles and usurpations of ancient courts.
Moreover, those dragged into this fight for no apparent reason were mere cannon fodder, chess pieces in the grand scheme of those orchestrating the conflict, discarded once used, their lives deemed inconsequential.
Jiang Muwan still remembered this day years later, how C City was bathed in bright sunshine in the morning, but by afternoon, a storm had arisen, swaying the city's trees left and right, and bolts of lightning illuminated half the sky.
One moment it was daylight, the next it was night.
She entered the elevator in daylight, but when she exited, it was night.
