The night, neither good nor bad.
Gu Mingyue felt like it had been a long time since she'd looked up at the sky. As a child, she used to wonder if there were immortals watching her from above.
She walked alone on the wide streets of Shanghai.
The Shanghai night sparkled dazzlingly. She thought if she ever left this city, she'd frequently remember its beauty.
Gu Mingyue snapped back to reality and turned to look at Gu Minglu's hotel apartment within the community.
After leaving Qiao Xiguan's villa, Gu Mingyue had been lingering at the entrance of Gu Minglu's community for a while.
Qiao Xiguan said not to get into bed with her son, fearing contagion.
But she was always this wicked.
She took a deep breath, preparing to enter the community when a bright car light made her eyes squint involuntarily. She frowned, looking at the somewhat familiar Porsche.
The Porsche stopped beside her, the headlights extinguished, and the interior lights illuminated.
