It is getting dark. Leng Weiwei sits on the balcony with a glass of self-made martini. She tastes it slowly.

She likes night best, when it is silent and dark around. Only when in such circumstance can she feel herself and truly hear the voice of her heart.

Other people are sleeping. The scenery is sleeping. But she is awake. It is very comfortable.

At this moment, she belongs to herself. She is free.

Suddenly, she tightens her hand ...