That year, in order to survive, I walked into the nightclub.
That first night, I was just a new green rope with a stiff smile.
The next night, I died once.
From then on, I realized that the brighter the light, the darker the heart.
Some people want to take advantage of me, some want to use me as a toy, some pretend to protect me, but push me into a trap behind my back.
The sisters said: "Nightclub is not a job, it is a gamble on life." And I was the one who was pushed to the gambling table.
In the intertwining of wine, desire, danger, and money, I learned to laugh, to be ruthless, and to live.
In those days, I changed from prey to hunter, from a girl who walked in crying to a person who could hold on to his own life.
This is not the life I want, but those nightclub days turned me into a person who can truly survive.
Intention: Survival is not a fall, but a difficult choice to move toward the light.