Shen Liangchuan was always quite nonchalant, but at this moment, an intense feeling bubbled within his heart—one that he could not describe.
He quickly walked to the storeroom and opened the door.
However, the room was completely empty, with nobody in sight.
If not for the tattered white dress lying on the floor and the gentle sensation swirling in the air, even he would have thought that everything that had happened just now had just been a dream.
Qiao Lian was staggered along a road.
The beautiful red dress she was wearing served as a foil for her face, which was becoming increasingly pale due to the torment Shen Liangchuan had just caused her.
The makeup on her face had gotten slightly smudged, but even that could not hide her beautiful face.
She herself did not know where she should go now.
The sky had become dark, and the neon lights had been switched on. The entire city was filled with a sense of mysteriousness.