Trying hard to conceal the ups and downs inside, yet unable to control her eyes from glancing outward, is that woman in the middle of the crowd his new flame? A man like him doesn't lack women, or it could be said that a man like him simply can't do without women. Her heart aches as if pricked by a needle, she doesn't understand why it feels this way.
That girl is indeed young and beautiful, tall and slender with a pair of enviable long legs, a pale yellow cocktail dress exuding the fresh breath of spring. Avery Jane looked at her own neat and formal uniform, the black small suit and white shirt, truly dull to the extreme, quietly lowered her eyelids, her long lashes covering the bitterness in her heart......
