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Chapter 67. Women Don't Cry. "Xiao Ruo, are you alright?"

Zhang Yan, slumped over the toilet, took a while to recover slightly. Her hair was disheveled, and she looked at me with

concern .

I hugged Zhang Yan tightly. "Sister Yan, I'm alright, I'm alright!"

We both wept in each other's arms.

The music in the private room was still deafening. We were huddled in the bathroom like two

wounded lab rats.

Zhang Yan slowly wiped away her tears. I helped her out of the bathroom and onto the sofa. Zhang

Yan took out tissues and wiped my tears, then said, "Xiao Ruo, we won't cry!"

I nodded frantically. This was the first time I understood the so-called unspoken rules of the workplace. It turned out that these people could be so beastly for their own

selfish desires and to play with women.

I knew that neither of us could call the police, especially Zhang Yan. She had been in this line of work

for many years and had probably been targeted by many before. If we called the police, all her previous sacrifices would be

in vain.

Fortunately, Zhang Yan managed to expel a significant amount of medication from her stomach; otherwise, she would still be suffering from excruciating

pain. However, her face was still flushed. Looking at the drink on the table, she

cursed , "That bastard Chen Jianguo!"

I looked at Zhang Yan and murmured, "Sister Yan, I think I've

lost !"

Zhang Yan looked at me. "Did that beast Sun Lin try to do something to you?"

I nodded. "He wanted me to be with him… I refused."

Zhang Yan looked at me, and finally just hugged me tightly. She didn't say anything. I knew that at that

moment, she was also powerless.

I knew that my most important opportunity had vanished.

I don't know how Zhang Yan and I left Nightfall. It was almost midnight when we got out

. Sitting in Zhang Yan's car, we didn't turn on the air conditioning. We opened all the windows, letting the night wind

whip against our faces. My hair was disheveled, but I felt great.

Neither of us spoke on the way. I knew Zhang Yan had a lot of bitterness and weariness in her heart,

and she didn't want me to see her weak and crying. I felt the same way. Right now, all I wanted was to lie in

bed , pull the covers over my head, and cry my heart out.

I returned to school, I returned to my dormitory. I couldn't wait a moment longer. I frantically ripped off my

clothes and rushed into the bathroom. I turned on the shower, not using the water heater, just letting the cold

tap water pound against my body, washing over the stains left by Sun Lin's touch.

My whole body was ice-cold, I was trembling, but I couldn't feel the cold. I stared at myself in the mirror,

disheveled, my face ashen, my eyes brimming with tears.

Did my ideal still exist? I had naively believed that once I entered university, my life

would begin anew, but now I realized that was just wishful thinking.

I wanted to live a better life, I wanted to become a star of tomorrow, and I had to take that step. But could I take

that step? Sun Lin, even Director Chen, they all want to possess me. And in the future, there might be others like

him.

I can escape for a while, but can I escape forever?

Just like Zhang Yan, to succeed in this line of work, she has to complete different

transactions with different men. That's her job. So even though those two bastards, Sun Lin and Director Chen, drugged me today, Zhang Yan

could only swallow her anger.

Swallow her anger.

I suddenly let out a cold laugh. I wiped the condensation from the mirror, and my reflection became clearer.

Zhang Xiaoruo in the mirror was so captivating: long hair cascading down her shoulders, alluring phoenix eyes, a straight nose, cherry lips, a snow-white

neck, sexy collarbones, firm breasts, an enticing lower abdomen, and below that,

the green grassland that countless men yearn for. How many want to flaunt themselves on top of me, how many yearn even more for the

mysterious ?

Should a woman be played with by men her whole life?

I stared at myself in the mirror, and for some reason, a crazy thought suddenly occurred to me.

God, it seemed He was truly tormenting me, robbing me of even the slightest glimmer of hope.

I refused to accept it, I refused to give up, I wanted to change everything.

Those despicable men who had hurt me, coveted me, and toyed with us—didn't they deserve their fate

?

I thought of Zhang Yan. For me, she had already been played by men twice. Those horrifying

scenes flashed before my eyes, and I clenched my fist, slamming it against the wall.

I stared at myself in the mirror, saying each word clearly, "Zhang Xiaoruo, women don't cry!"

I turned off the shower and wiped away my tears.

I wanted to succeed, I wanted revenge, I wanted to become the Heart of Tomorrow. I kept telling myself this. I

had was time to give away that first time that had bound me for so many years.

Zhang Yan had said that giving it to a man you truly loved would ensure you would never regret it.

I thought of Lin Hai, the big boy who is still in his studio at this moment, painting that picture of this summer.

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