On the other side.

Qin Ze walked alone on the dimly lit street, feeling a loneliness he had never experienced before, as if he were on a high place and could no longer integrate into this world.

His mind was filled with thoughts as the noise of the party gradually faded away, leaving him alone in silence.

Qin Ze walked alone on the street, the desolate buildings appearing even more eerie under the cover of night.

Suddenly, his gaze was drawn to a girl carrying a large wooden box on her back.

The girl looked up at him, their eyes met, and for a moment, time seemed to stand still.

The little girl was about eleven or twelve years old, petite and delicate, like a gentle spring breeze.

Her black hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, with slight curls at the ends, swaying gently with her movements.

Her face was delicate and pure, her skin as white as snow, revealing the smoothness of a baby's skin.

Her eyes were deep and dark, like an unfathomable black lake, shimmering with unfathomable wisdom and a unique temperament.

Her eyes were calm, yet they revealed a maturity beyond her years.

The little girl wore a simple black robe, loose-fitting, which fluttered lightly in the wind.

The robe was embroidered with ancient runes, giving it a mysterious and unique appearance.

She carried a wooden box on her back; the box was simple yet exquisite, exuding an ancient aura.

Qin Ze's curiosity was piqued. He approached the girl and asked with a smile, "Why aren't you home yet, it's so late?"

His voice was soft and warm, with a hint of concern.

The girl didn't speak, but pointed to the park in the distance, as if conveying some kind of message.