October 31st, Old Jingmai Street District, one of the duplex apartment buildings.
As if a Grade 10 earthquake erupted from the center of Huanjing, the massive tremor gradually spread in all directions, making the entire world seem to spin. In the corridor where lights flickered on and off, a graceful figure wearing slippers pounded across the wooden floor and stumbled as she pulled open a rusted iron door.
With the door cracked open, Bai Qiuwu frowned and looked up, as if she had stepped into another world.
She stood still, dumbstruck, the horizon reflected in her pupils painted red, and the howling wind hit her face.
A plane passing through the sky suddenly nosedived towards a corner of the city, crashing into the glass curtain wall above a skyscraper, with flames bursting and consuming everything.
Bai Qiuwu watched the plane crash, her black hair was suddenly lifted by the scorching breath of air, and the iron door creaked loudly, desperately trying to close on its own.
