Chapter 816

• The twilight in Berlin always evokes a sense of surrealism.
• The sun setting, as if fiercely burning the last remnants of its glow, is magnificent and dazzling.
• In front of the expansive glass window, a woman stood bathed in the light, closing her eyes and relishing the embrace of the fading light. Her slender and delicate frame seemed to transcend its physical limitations. She resembled a child frolicking under the setting sun, with the love of her parents JonJon trailing behind her and a promising future ahead.