"Bad reputation,"
Zhang Zhi Jun's mind hopelessly muddled by her words,
"She roams around with a couple of men, having an illicit relationship with the boss. Will you like her?" Li Juan elaborated her question,
"Well," Zhang Zhi Jun hesitated for a moment.
"What if that girl is nearly defiled and consistently chased by death? Will you still accept her."
Li Juan's sloppy drunk voice had a seductive charm, but somehow he only recognised the air of melancholy in her voice.
Zhang Zhi Jun gazed back at her, unable to answer her questions.
Her flustered face appeared vulnerable and fragile like a withering flower, but her stygian dark eyes held a strange glow,
"You can't." Li Juan replied and laughed bitterly.
She drank another mouthful.
"You cannot accept a girl like that, no one can accept a girl like that. Not even Yu palace." Li Juan closed her eyes and rubbed her face with her palms to hide her despair,
