C18 Yang Changqing's Revenge

Night fell, and the neon lights on both sides of the street lit up at the same time. The gentle light fell on the streets and alleys, and the night breeze caressed them. The night was beautiful, as if it were a city of illusions. Countless people were trapped in it, unable to extricate themselves.

In a European villa in the outskirts of Fengxiang City