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Sometimes, Ye Feifei would feel that this S City, despite its constant flow of traffic and sea of people, seemed so terribly lonely!
It was like an island adrift on the ocean, unable to hide its deep-seated emptiness and solitude beneath the dazzling lights and vibrant bloom.
——I walked alone in these corridors, enchanting or dark, the unseen thorns no less real for their invisibility, my soul adrift like willow fluff carried away by the wind, dissipating into the sky. I had witnessed the ostentation of the world, seen through its pretensions, yet found no harbor of refuge!
Ye Feifei sat before the mirror, her expression cool, allowing the city's top hairstylist to shear off her beautiful, straight bangs, converting them into a Korean-style side-swept fringe and then straightening the large curls, shaping them into a new form.
Yu Xiaowan sat behind her, staring blankly at Ye Feifei, silent the whole time!
