It was 9:30 at night when I stepped out of the front door of the hotel, with streetlights streaming into the distance one after another. The sidewalks were illuminated by the neon lights of shopping malls and restaurants. Hot and spicy pots and barbecue restaurants are all doing brisk business for the night, with delivery boys' cars parked outside their doors. In the distance, the office buildings hidden under the clouds are still lit up with incandescent lights. On the road, buses are lined up to enter the station. Young men carrying briefcases carefully puffed on their paper cups of hot drinks, passing by high school students leaving their evening classes. Bathed in the bustling atmosphere of the city, Ye Miao's tight heart gradually filled with blood and stretched, and his weak arms an

