Jiang Yang saw the sparkle in her eyes, and he liked it. He reached out and took her hand.,It was already midnight, and there were far fewer people on the street. The air felt cool and carried a haze of dust. These past few years had been particularly bad for smog in Kyoto. Li Qingning wore a mask and, walking back along the dimly lit streets, she linked arms with Jiang Yang.,They waited for the traffic light at the intersection. On this side of the street was Baisha Village, and across the street was a high-end apartment complex. The thousands of lights in the complex had nothing to do with them. Jiang Yang couldn't afford to buy a house here, let alone rent one.。