The night was dark and windy and there were not many people wandering on the street.
Layla Richard closed the stall quickly and turned to glance at the comfortable old-fashioned chair beside the stove. She felt a sense of loss from the bottom of her heart.
Layla thought, “A young lady didn't come tonight, which was presumably because she had enough fun and experienced enough of her life, right? Is she leaving?”
It was really bad to get used to something. It was just like being addictive to drugs. It had been only been a month or so and she had gotten used to having such a friend by her side.
She sighed and pushed the chair that the young lady had been sitting on for a month into the farthest corner of the stall.
From then on, the chair would just stay in this corner.
The street light
