Shao Boqing drove his car aimlessly through the streets with the windows open. The cold wind blew his hair onto his face. It hurt, but his heart hurt even more as if someone was gouging out his heart with a knife. It hurt so much that his hands on the steering wheel were trembling. It actually hurt like this, but how could it hurt like this? He had been a playboy for many years and had always had his way around women. He used to fool around with the beautiful ladies and never got himself in ...