Things in the world are unpredictable. I originally thought that the pain would be forgotten after the scar healed, but I didn't expect that the wound would still be shocking. Rich makeup, smoky eyeliner, and fiery red lipstick. These masks had completely covered her past, leaving no trace of the past.
Qianye raised the corners of her lips and gave a breathtaking smile. She could no longer remember which guest this was, nor what his name was. Every night when the lights came on late at night, she was addicted to such a night. Her name was Qianye, and thousands of nights had never belonged to her.
She has always told herself not to dwell on the past, because no matter how painful the past is, it has passed. Now, even if the water is in dire straits, life will still go on.