"Well, who knows, men are just disgusting. Always unappreciative of what they have, only aware of what they don't. I mean, our Lu is still attractive in her own way, it's just that she had to stay low…"
The conversation was none of Lu's concern.
As only she knew the truth that Chen was—no longer in this world.
Standing at the corridor outside the cabin, Huo was taking a cigarette. Columns of smoke were discharged from his nose as his fingers clipped his addiction.
He bitterly smiled as he overheard the gossip coming from behind the wall.
Meanwhile inside, two boys had joined her side by side before Lu realized. She was going to do another bottoms-up, until one of them grabbed her by the arm.
"Zhao Yang, my girl, how boring if you were to drink alone. Come, let's have a toast."
"Let go of me." Said Lu expressionlessly as she looked at his arm.
