The night is getting deeper, people are sleepless, their hearts are cold, and their minds are slightly cold. This city always confused Yang Qing, with the same hustle and bustle, the same indifference, and the same frustration. Walking on the street where they once strolled together, there were couples walking back and forth, loving each other, but Yang Qing was the only one who was aimlessly looking for that familiar figure, but found nothing. It was already a day, and he just walked like this for a day, stepping on three-quarter high heels. He knew that he liked the maturity of his dress and the look of him wearing high heels.
