The woman bent forward slightly, rubbing her ankle with her hand, "My home is nearby, not too far away."
Lin Yan's face showed reluctance, cradling one arm and lightly pursing her lips.
The woman continued, "It's so late, and it's not easy to hail a taxi here. There are no cabs, and my foot really hurts. Miss, please help me. It's not safe for a girl to walk alone at night."
Lin Yan hesitated for a few seconds, then declined, "I can only help you call a cab, sorry..."
Cars whooshed past them from behind, and Lin Yan blocked the woman's arm, urging her to come closer: "Be careful."
The woman's eyes behind the sunglasses kept staring at Lin Yan; even through the dark lenses, she could discern how fair, tender, and exquisite Lin Yan's face was.
Such beautiful features, painted brows and rosy lips, she had once possessed such grace and beauty herself.
