She just made up her mind again and again that she must go into that store and check it out. . .
She understood that it was a bar, and even as an adult, it was not a place where good girls should go. Forget it, she never felt like a good girl anyway. Sitting in a taxi, the 15-year-old she had already fallen in love with the bar called "Light Blue".
Kindness? Who is she? Let's just call him Xiaowei. She was too lazy to tell her full name.
Again, again, and again, she looked at the inconspicuous bar and couldn't help but smile. This bar was really close to her.
So. . . So what?
She didn't know. In short, she made up her mind again and again that she must go in.