Along the stairs covered with red carpet, Zuo Siyu walked slowly step by step, her ears filled with the sound of clicking shutters and voices calling her to stop or turn around. She knew that she should stop at this time, cooperate with them in taking photos, and look like an impeccable big-name star. However, she couldn't stop, her body felt like it was not her own, and she moved forward numbly, her mind was confused, and her vision was blurred.
Suddenly, she saw a rose, yes, a rose that had been trampled on. It was extremely ugly. She gently picked up the rose, and in a daze, she seemed to hear the man calling her again. She turned around hurriedly, and tears were already flowing down her face disobediently.
She knew he wasn't here.