Xia Yi curled up on the sofa, leaning her forehead against the huge floor-to-ceiling glass window of the hotel. The room remained unlit. Just past midnight, the city lights had begun to dwindle, and the bright moon hung amidst the jungle of steel and concrete.
Her phone lay on the coffee table, and she had Bluetooth earphones in her ears. Her tense back slowly relaxed as she softly murmured, "It's really over..."
The predetermined cycle of fate had finally ended. The long-awaited day had finally arrived.