The story behind the Air Star comes close to opening a whole new urban chapter.

In the late-night city apartment, the gas star stood alone in front of the window, with a very simple black dress, with a small neck open and a clear shoulder, and she was supposed to be the cold image in front of the camera, but the man who came forward behind the door, stretched out her hand and his collar, stuck her fingertips for a second, her eyes were no longer distant, and her body was slowly close to the surface, and whispered in her ear, asking him whether he regretted it.