Chapter Seven.

Regret? She shook her head without hesitation, pulled the bar stool next to him, and sat down. She refused to believe that the man she had long admired in front of her would be so despicable as to make her undress in public.

Feeling empty or depressed?

A white handkerchief flashed in front of her eyes. She turned her gaze back and in the blink of an eye, the white handkerchief suddenly disappeared from his palm, replaced by a white rose folded from the handkerchief.

She lowered her head, wanting to wipe away her tears quietly, but his fingertips fell on her face and gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes.

Mumu's fingers holding the pen became increasingly pale.

Mumu was like being bewitched, writing on paper in a daze, "My father died tragically, his blood splattered into my mouth, all of it tasted bloody..."

What do you think I would start smoking at this age for?

At that moment, she truly believed that there were miracles in this world— the man in front of her was her miracle.

He glanced at the handwriting, his smile deepened, and the hand around her waist tightened, imprisoning her in his arms. "Where do you want to go?"

Are you going to nightclubs again? So...

In the swirling smoke, his gaze at her became deep, almost unrecognizable from the teasing him just moments ago. "I'm sorry, I didn't know you... ..."

She shook her head with a smile. "I would be grateful if you could lend me some money."

Mumu doesn't want to deceive him, and truthfully tells him: "I want to save my mother, I no longer have a father, I don't want my family to be destroyed and my loved ones to perish..."

Mumu bit the pen and stared blankly for a long time before writing.

Mumu lowered her head, and once again remembered that terrifying scene. Her father, covered in blood, stared with terrified eyes. Blood splattered, and the bloody smell choked her throat.

Perhaps, she will not have another chance.

"No, a friend wants to use it. I want cash, but the bank is closed."

After tonight, she doesn't know if she will have another chance to see this beautiful city and meet the man who made her heart skip a beat. If possible, she really wants to sing another song - her favorite "Encounter".

Well, my place is not very convenient, so... His lips pressed against her ear, and the warm breath made her whole body go weak. If it weren't for him holding her, she would have already lost her balance. "How about... right here?"

She held the phone and shook her mother desperately, hoping she could say something, but her mother's body was even stiffer than her father's.

You don't smoke... Based on her understanding of smokers, his posture and demeanor while smoking were obviously that of a beginner, very handsome and cool, but without the strong craving for nicotine. "You shouldn't be smoking at your age just to rebel, right?"

He still looked at her with great interest, with a hint of provocation, as if waiting for her response, and as if waiting for her to escape.

She was writing slowly on the hot-stamped paper. "After the stimulation I have received, I can no longer speak," she wrote.

She thought about it seriously. "Can I ask you some questions?"

He extinguished his cigarette, leaned closer to her, and focused on every stroke and line she wrote with her pen.

Now? The voice in the radio waves was noticeably tense. "Are you having some trouble?"

She smiled bitterly, looking at the vast night sky outside, illuminated by flickering neon lights. It's truly beautiful!

He asked her, "You can hear the sound, why can't you speak?"

For you.

The stubbornness in her heart was aroused by him, and she quickly wrote, "Okay, you put fifty thousand yuan in here, and I'll take off my clothes now."

She certainly won't leave. This is her only chance, and she won't give up no matter what.