Chapter 1, time changes not only the size of feet, but also the hearts of people

She nodded, holding a tissue, and pointed to his forehead, asking: "Your forehead is injured, are you alright?"

The high heel on her foot unexpectedly slipped off and flew out, landing directly through the partially open window of a car. The car was waiting at a red light, and inside sat a man in a light-colored suit. The shoe landed squarely on the man's head.

Her short hair, dampened by sweat and tears, clung to her face as she ran, contemplating how to face the scene of the bride and groom's lifelong union.

He Tu and Ruan Manjun, as legal professionals, violated the law by forging financial documents, causing significant losses to clients. They were sentenced to two years in prison for the crime of forging financial instruments

At this moment, she is running under the blazing sun of Shanghai, and the white-collar women with their exquisite makeup are looking at her with unusual gazes

It was also those shoes that sent her to prison

During those two years in prison, Feng Bowen did not visit her even once

"It's nothing," he replied. His eyes were fixed on the traffic light ahead, which indicated that there were ten seconds left before he could proceed. He was on his way to attend a business partner's wedding and could not afford to be late

The pair of shoes on her feet, after a span of two years, was worn again by her. It was only then that she realized that over the course of two years, not only had her heart changed, but even the size of her feet had changed.

Have you ever seen a woman in high heels running down the street? Such women are often those who have been hurt in love

Those shoes, adorned with jewels on black satin, feature extremely high heels; what an exquisite pair of shoes

At that moment, the red light jumped on, his car had already started, he did not answer her question, and the car slowly departed with the massive flow of traffic

She is determined to stop a wedding, but she is completely broke, not even having money for a taxi; she can only keep running.

Two years later, she ran down the street wearing these shoes

I clearly remember that two years ago, Feng Bowen gave her this pair of shoes as a birthday gift. Holding the shoebox, Feng Bowen said tenderly: "Dear Manjun, happy birthday. As long as you help me take the blame for this crime, our company will be able to continue operating. When you get out, I will take you to live a good life"

He was about to lose his temper when he saw a pale, emaciated woman, her face drenched in a mixture of sweat and tears. He handed her his shoes and included a tissue, remaining silent, as he had always preferred not to engage in conversation with untidy women.

She ran to the car and knocked on the window, one foot shod and the other bare, without even having time to wipe the tears from her face. She spoke in a small, hesitant voice: "I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to hit yours."

She once believed that women wearing high heels should walk gracefully along the road

His forehead was grazed by a high heel, and he pressed his thin, cool lips tightly together, appearing both calm and menacing.

Ruan Manjun, wearing nearly three-inch high heels, circled Jing'an Temple and ran from Huashan Road to the Hilton Hotel. In two years, Shanghai has changed so much; the original lanes have all been demolished. Fortunately, I used to work nearby, otherwise I would truly get lost

She could only see the distinct profile of his face. Just as she was about to leave, she turned back and asked him: "Excuse me, what time is it now?"