The night was like ink, with only a few street lights scattered along the road.
Shops were closing one after another, and after passing two long streets, a 24-hour pharmacy appeared.
Maya stopped the driver and rushed out of the car.
Julian followed behind and shouted: "Where are you going?"
She ignored him, stormed in and stormed out, slamming the car door, clenching her hands tightly, hiding in her fur coat, still wearing the bright and beautiful dress she wore in the evening, which was covered with the moisture of the night and the dust from her rolling in the study.
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