The dark night seemed like endless thick ink smeared heavily on the sky. The desolate moonlight was locked deep in the clouds. There were only a few faint stars guarding this gloomy and sad night. It was almost midnight, and a pair of feet wearing high-heeled sandals flew down the stairwell of a high-rise building. The rapid "ta-ta-ta" sound of the heels on the concrete steps echoed in the building, breaking the silence of the summer night. The owner of this pair of high-heeled sandals is a young woman with a thin figure. I saw her panting, her hair disheveled, her right hand tightly grasping the leather bag strap hanging on her shoulder, her left hand quickly moving on the handrail of the stairs to use her strength, and her feet kept running towards the top of the building. The sound of breathing, the tapping of shoes, and the running as if being chased by fear all brought a sense of uneasiness and tension to the deep night. "... Ah~!!! (Boom~!)" Followed by her exclamation and a dull falling sound. The hurried footsteps disappeared, and everything returned to silence. On the lonely and dark stairs, the woman's left hand was still clinging to the iron handrail, but her legs fell firmly onto the steps. The inner side of her left calf suddenly turned purple, and the skin on her right knee was bruised, and blood dripped down mixed with dust. She did not stand up immediately, but maintained her fallen posture like a statue, kneeling sideways on the stairs. She looked down at the steps, and her delicate back suddenly started to tremble faintly. Then it seemed as if he couldn't help but shrink from being hit by the cold wind. The trembling became more and more obvious.
Motto: True love is sacrifice