Ye Yuwei hadn't taken a leisurely stroll through such lively, smoke-filled alleyways in ages.
She felt a sense of things having changed—once, Jiaqi had always been by her side.
Now, she was left alone, without friends who could truly reach her heart.
She knew Li Jiaqi blamed her, blamed her for ruthlessly abandoning him.
But life was cruel this way—if her connection with Li Jiaqi were exposed, her career would surely be destroyed.
Having made it this far, she could only choose between her career and her friendships.
Jiang Mengqi looped her arm through Ye Yuwei's, feeling the physical closeness between them but sensing the distance in their hearts.
She had no idea what her leader was thinking.
She had erased all traces of her past—because, to her, there was nothing worth remembering.
Her inner resolve was the complete opposite of her sweet appearance.
"Yezi, these sycamore trees are so beautiful."
"Yeah! The red leaves look like blazing flames."
