Qiao Xiguan slightly raised her head to look at the man, her pitch-black eyes gleaming with a moonlit clarity.
Haohan Peak.
Yao Beidi glanced at the time, picked up her bag, and walked out from the lobby.
Her steps faltered for a moment at the door as she watched Xiao Ye wrap his arms around a woman and get into his car…
This wasn't the first time.
And it wouldn't be the last.
She turned away, her heart seemingly numb to any feeling, and with indifference, she hailed a taxi, got in, and went home.
Looking out the car window, she observed Shanghai's streets, which even at this late hour, were still brightly lit, and she suddenly remembered a favourite phrase from her childhood, "Night in Shanghai." As if from time immemorial, Shanghai had always been a city that never slept, drowned in the colors of the night, the insomniac capital.
She had drunk a bit tonight.
