The city's nights are most comfortable this season.
A cool evening breeze swept the streets, with more pedestrians out for a stroll.
But in a certain part of the city, a woman in a red qipao, graceful in figure and charming in appearance, stood quietly by a secluded intersection, not moving, as if waiting for something.
The evening wind tousled the woman's black hair.
Under the dim streetlights, her pale skin seemed almost sickly, as if devoid of blood.
"Hey beauty, are you alone? Where do you want to go, I'll give you a ride?"
A car passed on the road and stopped temporarily by the roadside. The window rolled down, and a young man called out.
He had a look of admiration in his eyes, as such a beauty was a rare sight for him. Even small talk with such a woman would be something to boast about later.
"No need, the place I'm going isn't somewhere you can take me," Sister Hong said with a slight, teasing smile.
