The night market was brightly lit, bustling with people.
Nearby was a university town, so most of the visitors to the night market were college students. Some were groups of girls chatting together, while others were young couples with their fingers interlocked. Not even the cold winter night could dampen their enthusiasm.
"So lively." Feng Cheng looked around with uncontainable curiosity.
"Watch where you're going." Rong Xianning pulled him aside, saving Feng Cheng from bumping into a guy coming from the opposite direction.
Feng Cheng instinctively touched the wig on his head. Wearing it was uncomfortable—it was stifling and heavy.
But just for the sake of going out to have fun, he was willing to make a small sacrifice.
He was wearing a long, straight black wig. With his delicate features, small head, and petite face, the wig plus his gender-neutral outfit made him blend seamlessly into the crowded center of the marketplace. No one would recognize him.
