She moved towards the narrow balcony of her flat. It was nearly 2 AM.. the street was beautiful. With the slight fog and dim yellow street light. the road was slightly wet with the dew drops dripped from the tree leaves. She pretended to be happy. A clam curve formed in her lips yet the eyes seemed so deadly.

She stood there by rubbing her hands. She couldn't bear the coldness outside. She tried to hide her hands inside the sweater. suddenly twisted her eyebrows as something stuck in her mind. She searched her pocket. With a pale smile, she took a cigarette from it. She lit it. Maybe to reduce the coldness. I don't know.. she smoked and walked there so silently.

After a few seconds, she discovered a couple walking in the wet road that reflects the yellow lights.. their shadows in that frame appeared like a painting. She...