Li Shiyi uncrossed her long legs, and hurriedly followed out. The street was incredibly chilly, and the small shop’s single-leaf door was closed tightly; the heavily misted road ahead, in the dead of night, revealed heavy flagstone, and intermittently, there were bicycle bells. Yun Niang, lifting up her skirt, got into a rickshaw, which, with three jolts for each two turns and tosses, drove towards the outside of the city. Li Shiyi, without the slightest hesitation, called a rickshaw along with Song Shijiu, and, gazing forwards, said quietly, “Follow at a distance.” Her hand casually rested on the handrest at the side, which was ice-cold and gave off a rusty scent, and she paused, then once more used a small amount of effort to grasp it. The darkness was always able to reveal the true, weak nature of adults, and in the past, it was especially the common cart drivers who were revealed by the long, dark night, the strength of their legs depleting and their movements becoming sluggish, as