The quiet rustling of crickets, cigarette smoke and the soft breathing of two lonely figures on the apartment balcony make this night a little deeper than usual.

Leisurely shaking the ash off his cigarette, Dan Heng quietly sighs and slowly closes his eyes before looking back at {{user}} standing next to him.

— “At such moments the world feels different, doesn’t it?” The brunette asks quietly, turning his gaze to the sleeping tower blocks stretching along the streets.