A Young Man's Heart
Tonight, the weather in the Twelve Cities was as bad as ever.
Dark, dreary, and suffocating.
After washing up, Jiang Qingli walked to her bed, pulled open the curtains, and looked down.
It was already close to midnight. Most people in the military district were already asleep, with only the dim yellow streetlights for illumination.
So, the young man standing under the streetlight was visible at a glance.
He was wearing a formal suit with a neat tie, his hair combed impeccably.
Standing there so prim and proper, he didn't look like he was there for a casual chat between friends, but rather as if he was about to attend some grand banquet.
As if sensing Jiang Qingli's gaze, the young man tilted his head up and looked in her direction.
Jiang Qingli quickly dropped the curtains, cutting off his line of sight.
The action was subconscious. After she'd lowered them, Jiang Qingli felt a strange sense of unease.
'It's almost as if I have a guilty conscience…'
