Life is unpredictable. She thought that once the scars healed, she would forget the pain, but the wounds remained painfully visible. Heavy makeup, smoky eyeliner, and bright red lipstick: these masks had covered her past completely, leaving not a trace of the person she used to be.
Qian Ye lifted the corners of her lips into a captivating smile. She could no longer remember how many clients she had seen, or what any of them were called. Each night, when the city lights blazed to life, she lost herself in the night. Her name was Qian Ye, yet none of those countless nights had ever belonged to her.
She always told herself not to get lost in the past. However painful it had been, it was over. Even if the present was full of misery, life had to go on.
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