SYLM Chapter 106

"Okay, I will consider it." The night in mid-August, the summer heat hadn't dissipated, yet it inexplicably mixed with a few traces of coolness. The night was deep, and the streetlights stretched the figure rushing in from afar, covered in dust, casting a long shadow. Tang Ying, in ten-centimeter stilettos, stood at the restaurant entrance, the wrapping paper of the red roses in her hand rustling in the gentle night breeze. Today, she was rarely without makeup, or perhaps she had applied it and then…