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One Year Later
"A Qiang, a guest in VIP Room Eight has requested you!"
The agile bartender A Qiang shouted towards a woman with short chestnut hair dancing in the crowd. Under the dazzling laser lights, the woman turned sharply, a charming smile spreading across her lips. She then walked gracefully to the bar, where A Qiang handed her a bottle of Remy Martin, which she placed on her tray before heading towards Room Eight.
Carrying the bottle through the Dis Bar lobby, surrounded by brilliant lights and deafening music, men and women mingled in a vibrant atmosphere. It was as mesmerizing and dazzling as ever.
Shen Qingyou held the tray with an alluring smile as she navigated through the throng of people. She had been here for over half a year, finding that every day felt like Christmas, with the gates of hell wide open, various crowds pouring out to enact scenes of indulgence. Who was truly lost here? Who had been cast away?
As she reached the door of Room Eight, a familiar voice emerged from within, its slightly hoarse tone filled with a sense of languor and theatricality.
"I have a flower, planted in my heart, waiting to bloom gently,
Day after day and night after night, I eagerly await someone to enter my dreams,
A woman's flower sways amidst the worldly chaos, gently moving with the wind,
I only hope for a pair of gentle hands to soothe my inner loneliness,
I have a flower, its fragrance fills the branches; who will sincerely seek this bloom?
The flower will not bloom for long; when it does, it must be picked. A woman is like a flower, and flowers are like dreams."
A lazy voice carried a hint of helplessness, reminiscent of Sister Mei from years past. However, among the men seeking pleasure, how many could understand the sadness in Kisaragi's song?
Shen Qingyou smiled faintly and gently pushed open the door to the private room. A wave of choking smoke immediately hit her face. Amidst the swirling white mist, she saw Kisaragi with long hair, singing softly with deep sorrow to the large screen.
Setting down the tray in her hand, she walked quietly to Kisaragi's side and leaned in to whisper, "Are you helping me again?"
At Shen Qingyou's age, in such a place of indulgence, she was no longer a sought-after figure. If it weren't for Kisaragi's support, always bringing her along to her gigs, Shen Qingyou truly didn't know how she would have survived those dark days.
Have you ever tasted the pain of being broke and living under a bridge?
Have you ever felt the fragmentation of wandering alone on the streets at midnight?
After hastily arranging her parents' funeral and enduring a long period of self-exile, one lonely midnight, she encountered Kisaragi, who also had a lonely soul. Thus, the two women embraced each other on the streets at night, crying out loud. They were both women tormented by fate. Fortunately, they still had stubborn hearts and a future to look forward to. Together, they rented a room in the poorest slum of the city and began their lives working in this place of indulgence.
Here, Shen Qingyou's heart seemed to hurt less. In this environment, there was no love or compassion; only raw monetary transactions existed.
"Hey, you girl! Why hasn't that drink been brought over yet?"
An annoyed middle-aged man's voice rang out behind Shen Qingyou. She quickly stood up and walked to the coffee table opposite him, kneeling on the ground. "Does this lady look unfamiliar? Is she new?"
A lewd grin suddenly appeared from the darkness in front of Shen Qingyou. She remained silent and poured the amber liquid from the bottle into a transparent glass. Under the colorful lights, it radiated brilliant colors.
With a crash, the glass was suddenly thrown to the ground in front of the man, making a crisp sound. Shen Qingyou stared at him with her bright eyes, coldly observing. She had lost count of how many times she had witnessed such scenes; her heart had long since grown numb.
Let them make a fuss, that was fine!
However, Shen Qingyou did not expect that today she would encounter a difficult opponent. The man took a large step from the other side of the coffee table and rushed in front of Shen Qingyou, gripping her chin tightly with both hands. A strong smell of alcohol immediately assaulted her senses, causing her to feel dizzy.
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