Her mother calls her Gillian, close friends call her Jiaojiao, and most people call her Vivian. There might be thousands of Vivians, hundreds of Jiaojiaos, and a few Gillians in this city, she thought.
In the eyes of others, she is a money-worshiping girl, a butterfly, a public enemy that women talk about sarcastically but with a little bit of envy, and a touchstone of success in the eyes of men only when their wealth reaches a certain level.
She never cared about all kinds of comments. She first came here when she was nineteen, and now she is twenty-seven. She knows that here, the winner is the king. Only by desperately sacrificing the freedom of the soul can she gain material freedom.
However, now her building is about to collapse, and all the love in the world seems to be reserved for girls who are just like her in the past, no matter what, they are living in the Mood for Love.
Time will never forgive anyone, no matter you are a king or a beggar, all the disappointments it has suffered will be repaid from others at a certain point in fate. At this moment, she couldn't help but face her own future...
Desire is an itch that corrodes the bones. She has been convinced since she was nineteen that she would be a prisoner of desire forever from youth to gray hair.
I never regret this...
Intention: From clinging to others to relying on herself, she took this path decisively, just like before, and never looked back.