Cousin and Her Besties

Three months after graduation, I became a homeless person. My cousin called me to Qingdao with a phone call: "Come here, sister, I will support you." I thought she was just being polite, but I didn't expect— She tidied my room, bought me clothes, and introduced me to work, and she was so gentle. Her best friends are even more enthusiastic than the other: The cold and aloof lawyer was crying on my shoulder when she was drunk; An innocent female teacher sent a message in the middle of the night saying she "can't sleep"; The daughter of a wealthy family wearing a bikini asked me, "Am I more beautiful or is your cousin more beautiful?" And that mysterious wife who always knocks on my door late at night... I thought I was in luck. Until I discovered that when they approached me, they all had their own secrets. And the cousin who was the most gentle to me, the way she looked at me had changed a long time ago. This is a point of no return, but I don't want to look back.