In the dim KTV private room, the cake flew about chaotically as people roared with laughter. Surrounded by music and flashing multicolored lights, it seemed as if a horde of demons were dancing wildly.
Jiang He stood quietly in a corner by herself, unnoticed in the gloomy environment. She held a piece of cake and ate it bite by bite, occasionally licking the cream from the edge of her mouth.
After a while, the commotion subsided.
"Why would you throw such delicious stuff?"
Looking at the mess on the floor, Jiang He couldn't understand; even for the wealthy, money is hard-earned.
"Because... one of its uses is this," Xu Qing, wiping cream off his hair with a tissue, didn't know how to explain, "If you like it, I'll buy some for you next time. We can hide at home and eat it without wasting a bit."
"..."
Jiang He looked at him steadily and then lowered her gaze to the cake crumbs on the floor, feeling an indescribable emotion well up from within.
She suddenly had an epiphany.
