The night sky is high and the air is cold on a winter's day in Italoas.

Wang Qinglei stood on the balcony on the top floor of the hotel and looked up at the night sky.

Countless stars twinkled in the pure and deep firmament, like pairs of eyes after pairs of eyes in the darkness.

He gazed at the stars.

It was as if the stars were gazing back at him.

As is the world of darkness now.

The whole dark world was watching his visit to Europe.

He was ...