The night in the city was bustling and extravagant.
These were the prosperity of the rich and powerful.
Standing in the luxurious clubhouse at the top of Nanshan Hill, he looked down from here. The bright lights at the foot of the mountain were shining like stars.
Behind him was the banquet hall, and from time to time, the sound of a three-dimensional surround sound system could be heard.
Anhao stood on the balcony and looked down the mountain. She listened quietly as the music continued to play. She clenched her fists and inhaled the cold air into her nose. When the cold air brushed past her heart, it made her heart ache.
"It's so cold outside, yet you're hiding here."
Zuo Hancheng's voice came from behind her. He walked to Anhao's back and when Anhao turned around, he was already close to her.
