She was sitting in the KTV box, surrounded by singing and noise. Tears flowed down her face. When she stood up, she found that she was already drunk. I stumbled to the door of the bathroom and looked at my blurry self in the mirror. I didn't know whether my expression was in pain or intoxication. As a man walked by, she stretched out her hand to stop him and asked, "Do you have any cigarettes?" The man looked surprised, then reluctantly took out a cigarette for her, and then hurried away. She just smoked and looked directly at herself in the mirror, as if she were looking at a stranger. The cigarette was gone, and she seemed to have woken up from a dream. She wiped away her tears and turned around to return to the box, but she bumped into someone...