In the severe winter, the trees by the street were bare, and Yan Yinuo walked aimlessly forward.
The labyrinth of roads could not lead to a safe haven, a sanctuary far from the demon that is Xu Zijin.
With her feet feeling as heavy as lead, she suddenly didn't know how to move forward.
Meanwhile, the slow-moving traffic coalesced into a jam on the road.
Xiaoling sat in the car, irritated by the traffic congestion.
With the heater blasting warm air inside the car, the atmosphere was stuffy; she rolled down the window with a cold expression.
Taking out a pack of ladies' cigarettes, she pulled one out and placed it in her mouth, just lighting it up.
A figure at the bus stop by the roadside made Xiaoling freeze in her actions.
A beige cashmere coat wrapped the woman's figure tightly.
Black, straight hair softly draped over her shoulders, and that face... Xiaoling suddenly crushed the lady cigarette in her hand forcefully.
