Summer nights were particularly stuffy.
A muffled thunder rolled across the sky.
Jing Yiren wandered aimlessly, not even looking before crossing the street, attracting curses from braking drivers.
Yue Feng rushed forward, stopping cars to let her cross the street.
Jing Yiren didn't know how far she had walked; even Yue Feng felt his feet getting sore, let alone Jing Yiren.
She was still wearing high heels.
The Yue Feng following behind saw blisters formed on her heels, bleeding.
A pain struck Yue Feng's heart, and he stepped forward to stop Jing Yiren.
"Yiren! Stop walking! Your foot is bleeding!"
"…" Jing Yiren didn't make a sound, and at this moment, she was no longer crying, her swollen eyes painfully beautiful.
Her pretty little face, her makeup slightly smeared, but it still couldn't hide her delicate beauty.
Yue Feng stepped forward, blocking Jing Yiren's path; she just stood there.
