With the appearance and disappearance of Yi Jian, everything fell back into the past many years later. I often talk to myself in the mirror with tears in my eyes. That face that is exactly the same as mine gives me a sense of security that only I can have. Reality does not give us a soul ferry. Only the pursuit of illusory art allows me to breathe properly. This memory covered with thick cobwebs was completely opened today. My heart was in pain. I looked at the face in the mirror that was no longer young, but it was still the same as before. The memory mixed with blood jumped, jumped, jumped towards the candlestick, until the candlestick was filled with tears of candles.
Madam Yahong dresses herself up like a high-society social girl, but in fact, she is really mean in nature. I was just like a bee in a spider's web, being pulled back. I won some prizes and had a little money in my hand. I didn't dress up or spend it randomly. Yahong tried to find men for me. She said that a girl like me deserves a good man. I nodded and thought sarcastically in my heart, what kind of good man can there be? In the end, I found out that Yahong was just using the help of that man to defraud me of my money. This high-end madam, as I said, is a bitch to the core.