The cruel reality!

The moon was dark and the stars were sparse. The lights were sparse, and only the night was deep.

The streetlights on the side of the road were like a long yellow snake, extending and winding into the distance. Occasionally, there would be cars speeding on the road, and the glaring headlights were like searchlights flashing past. The sparse neon lights on the side of the road flickered in the night.

Xia Ruya stood quietly by the roadside in the dark of the night. Her white dress outlined her slender and beautiful figure, rippling in the night. From afar, she looked like an angel who had been left behind in the world-pure, beautiful, noble, and sacred.

However, anyone who had lived in Canada for a long time would know. The angels standing on the road at this time were actually the demons of the night.