The night wind blew in from the window, brushing Zhu Yan's face. She sat at the vanity by the window, under the dim light, the acne and large pores on her face faintly visible.
She exhaled a puff of smoke, a cigarette ashtray sitting by her hand.
The ashtray was filled with cigarette butts, and five or six had fallen out, leaving a ring of ash around the ashtray.
"Ding!" The phone screen lit up.
Zhu Yan glanced at the screen and saw a message from Yuan Lan, so she opened it.
Her eyes, due to excessive smoking, had taken on a pale yellow hue, and even her nails and fingers were stained a burnt yellow.
Reading the message from Yuan Lan, Zhu Yan felt incredulous.
Lu Xiaoyou was hosting a private party and actually allowed them to attend. Could Lu Xiaoyou be so kind?
In the message, Yuan Lan also mentioned the importance of attending this party.
