Love So Deep, Who Knows How Much?

In autumn, the ginkgo leaves in Rongcheng had already turned dull and withered. Xu Yanqing hurried forward in high heels. Suddenly, her steps faltered as a heel caught in a crack in the pavement. In a panic, she had no choice but to run barefoot, while the few punk youths chasing her showed no intention of giving up. She dashed barefoot into an abandoned warehouse.