On the bustling streets of Liucheng, Si Ruoxi walked alone, feeling isolated and forlorn.
Not far behind her stood the towering building of the Shan Province TV Station.
Once, Si Ruoxi was proud of her profession.
Every time she saw this building, she felt an indescribable emotion in her heart.
She loved her job, willing to devote her youth, her everything, to her work and position.
But at this moment, looking at the towering TV building.
Si Ruoxi's heart was filled with bitterness and discomfort.
Strolling on the street alone, Si Ruoxi inexplicably called Yang Fei.
There wasn't much connection between this man and Si Ruoxi.
But in his presence, Si Ruoxi always sensed a kind of unrestrained joy, ostentatious yet carefree.
To someone like Yang Fei, any unspoken rules were nothing more than amusing games.
He seemed like a raging storm, a fierce burning fire, crisscrossing lightning.
No one, no thing, could limit him.
