Even though Yin Chen was down on his luck, his mind remained as sharp as ever. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to procure such a large sum of money; he simply had bad luck. He quickly noticed something strange about this woman.
Although she worked in that line of work, he'd never seen her bring a man home. Sure, occasionally, he would see her heavily made up, dressed in enticing clothes. On such nights, he would stand on the balcony, looking coldly as she returned home, slightly tipsy and stumbling after sharing a drink with someone.
However, the next day when he'd bring her some fresh apples and knock at her door, maintaining a cold expression, he'd find her sober, with a gentle demeanor, noticeably different from the chaotic woman of the previous night. She would take an apple, nibble at it, saying, "Thanks, little Chen". And when he left her place, his hands often held a bottle of milk she'd given him.
