Wang Xiaoyi wanted to laugh. She should thank the heavens for allowing her to see this man's true colors so quickly, yet she felt a sting in her eyes.
She lifted her gaze to see a girl not far away, smiling brightly like a flower in bloom, animatedly speaking about something. The man looked fully engrossed, occasionally helping her with the dishes.
Tears fell silently. She took out two hundred yuan from her purse, placed it on the table, wiped her tears with a raised hand, and stood up to leave.
She wandered outside for God knows how long until the city lights lit up. Seeing a neon-lit bar by the roadside, she couldn't help but think of the Hacker and walked in.
In the dance floor, young men and women of all kinds were crazily twisting their waists to the deafening music, venting their youth.
Colorful lights constantly changed and fell on them, obscuring their faces but allowing one to feel the boiling of their blood.
