The day my girlfriend ran away with the rich second generation, I took the green train bound for Dongguan with my remaining thirty-seven yuan and fifty cents.
There was no one left, only a crumpled piece of paper with the phone number of "Sister Yan" written on it.
They say this is a paradise for men and a bank for women. When I followed the radiant Sister Yan into the "glorious", I realized that there is only a thin line between heaven and hell.
From the "young master" who serves tea and water, to the frightening "Brother Hao"...
