As the night deepened, the lights inside Calypso Hall were blazing, illuminating the dark earth through the glass windows and projecting the enormous stained-glass portraits onto the lawn, slightly distorted. Qin Qianbai, her back to the glow, walked past a series of luxury cars that didn't belong to her, her slender figure heading towards the deserted darkness on foot, appearing somewhat lonely.
Perhaps because school had not yet started, not a single person could be seen on the campus at night. Fortunately, she remembered the way she had come; she could return the same way and hail a cab to her home.
Qin Qianbai walked quietly for a while until she reached the main road of the campus, lit by streetlamps. It was an incline, with Calypso Hall on a side road above the slope, and at the end of the main road lay the teaching buildings. The students of this school had to climb daily from the bottom to the top, as if scaling a mountain range.
