Mrs. Fang
S City has entered November, and the northwest wind is roaring, telling people that winter has arrived.
On the edge of the square, Mrs. Fang was looking at a man and woman dancing with each other on the dance floor. The light was very dim. The city's electric lights were always low on electricity and always showed a dim red-yellow color in the evening, so Mrs. Fang had to squint to see.
"Who are you looking at?" Mrs. Shen on the side couldn't help but be curious when she saw her looking at her in a daze.
"Here, the one in the yellow skirt, how old do you think she is?"
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