Wu Xiuping dragged his heavy legs across the ground as he trudged through the alley. Unaware that the police were watching him, there was no difference between tonight and any other night for him. As an insignificant journalist who photographed scenery, rushing about all the time was unavoidable. 

Under the cool caress of the night breeze, Wu Xiuping trekked forwards slowly. On both sides of the alley, there were still women trying to find clients. Wu Xiuping, a familiar face to them, held no interest to them. They all knew that he lived within the alley and wasn’t looking for pleasure. 

But today, Wu Xiuping was feeling a bit restless. He tried to glance covertly at the faces of the women who were by the road. It looked like he was waiting for someone to catch his attention. At that moment, A-Hui returned to...