The young man had looked at Ling Momo for a long time without speaking, and since it was very cold, he started stamping his feet, unable to stand still. Seeing a KFC store in the distance, he said, "You helped me earn so much money, let me treat you to KFC!"
Ling Momo covered her lips and smiled, saying, "Okay, I’ll wait for you here."
The young man nodded and quickly ran towards the KFC across the street.
Ling Momo squatted alone by the roadside, staring at the neon-lit street bustling with passing cars and hurried crowds, a mist gradually clouding her vision.
She had never imagined that one day she would end up in such a state, squatting on a main road, keeping company with the city’s most despised street performers.
She thought if she hadn’t helped Chen Wanru, perhaps she would now be the revered queen of the music scene, or, if she hadn’t fallen in love with Lu Niange at first sight years ago, perhaps Jian Chenxi wouldn’t have framed her...
Or perhaps, it wouldn’t matter if Lu Niange had been taken away, if she hadn’t insisted on fighting against Jian Chenxi, she wouldn’t have ended up in this state... This text is hosted at novelꞁire.net
But, she hadn’t expected that after all the fighting with Jian Chenxi, in the end, Jian Chenxi still won!
Ling Momo’s mind wandered to the time Chen Wanru had driven her home, telling her the story of Hou Ling, who had jumped to her death eight years earlier.
The world, it seemed, was —kind-hearted people often didn’t survive to the end; those who managed to stand up usually had done some shady deeds.
Unless they were the noble sons and daughters born with a silver spoon in their mouths.
She hadn’t really lost to Jian Chenxi; she was simply more moral and compassionate than Jian Chenxi, unable to cold-heartedly watch Chen Wanru die!
That really was the case... Never try to compete with certain people, for they have no moral bottom line. They can do things you could never do in your lifetime, so you could only lose!
Ling Momo lifted her head, slightly tossed her hair, and looking up at the pitch-black sky, suddenly curled her lips into a cold smirk.
To lose... to only lose to Jian Chenxi, fighting until the end, without even the ability to preserve her own dignity, was a truly bitter defeat!
But... what could be done?
Yet, there really was a sense of unwillingness!
As Ling Momo was lost in thought, the boy who had left came back across the street with a large bag and handed her a steaming cup of milk.
Ling Momo held the milk in her hands, neither drinking it nor speaking.
The boy, who seemed famished, was devouring his burger. Noticing Ling Momo staring blankly at the street, he stopped his wolfish eating and asked with some embarrassment, "Why aren’t you eating?"
Ling Momo, as if she hadn’t heard him, kept drowning in her own world.
The boy stared at Ling Momo’s profile for a long time. She was wearing a hat and wrapped in a scarf, revealing only the small part of her cheeks around her eyes. But it was enough to give him a feeling of astonishment!
Her skin was delicate and fair, her eyelashes long and fluttering like butterfly wings, her eyes clear and seemingly youthful, yet beneath them lay a desolation and vicissitude that did not belong to her age.