To seek a man's love is less practical than seeking his money and status.
Early the next morning, Mei Qingdai and Zhong Qi set out for the airport.
"Second Madam, the flight we're taking will have a layover in Ge'an."
"Ge'an?" Mei Qingdai furrowed her brow. That place was known for being in chaos, notorious for women not being able to walk alone on the streets even in broad daylight.
"Forget it, as long as we can get back quickly."
Before boarding the plane, Mei Qingdai turned around for one last glance at this city. Her joy, her happiness, along with her fleeting romance, were all buried here.
Mei Qingdai turned and stepped into the cabin.
She was seated in first class. As she located her seat and was preparing to sit down, she noticed someone in the window seat.
It was a young woman dressed entirely in black casual wear, with a black baseball cap pulled low over her face, her head slightly bowed as she read a book.
