Fujimoto Gen adjusted his emotions, stared at Ozawa Nami's face, which was still breathtakingly beautiful despite her haggard appearance, and said affectionately.

"Namiko, what I want to tell you is that I've been working hard to earn money all these years. I've been fighting for you, and now I have everything. Can you give me a chance?"

Actually, quite a few girls pursued Fujimoto Gen back in school, but he wasn't interested in those who threw themselves at him. He only liked the school beauty, Ozawa Nami, whom everyone else couldn't have.

After he started working and his career took off, he did date, but because he was handsome and rich, the girls he liked would just beg him to come on, which made him miss Ozawa Nami even more.

Over time, this feeling gradually turned into a deep obsession, ingrained in his bones, and haunted his dreams.

Upon hearing these words, Ozawa Nami suddenly became serious and refused.

"I'm sorry if my words back then caused you to misunderstand. It really wasn't my intention. I'm already married, and I will never love anyone else in my life except my husband."

"..."

Fujimoto Gen stood there stunned for a full three seconds before he could process what Ozawa Nami had said.

She was still as gentle as ever, and she would apologize to him, but what she said next really hurt him.

Trying hard to suppress the sadness and reluctance in his heart, he forced a smile and said with grace.

"Then, I wish you happiness."

Ozawa Nami breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

I wish you happiness too.

The two didn't say anything more and waited for Fujimoto Gen to leave.

Nami Ozawa took out her phone again and started looking through Su Luo's photos.

...

at the same time.

Song Lingshan couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and went to Su Luo's room.

He patted Su Luo, who was fast asleep in bed, and asked.

"Want to sleep in my room?"

Su Luo instantly snapped back to reality, opened her eyes, and refused.

"No, I'm fine here."

Song Lingshan's face darkened, and she said coldly.

"Then you can stay here!"

He got angry and left the room, locking the door again.

Su Luo was plunged into endless darkness again, surrounded by pitch blackness.

I was suddenly woken up, and it was extremely uncomfortable.

I hate black, I hate quiet, I hate being alone.

He'll break down sooner or later if things continue like this.

So they started singing.

"One wrong step and your life is ruined; I went to the sex industry as a dancer just to make a living. Dancers are human too; to whom can I tell my pain? Forced by the circumstances of life, I swallow every tear."

Is this fate, destined to spend my life in the dust and grime? The dancers sway and embrace, their personalities already steeped in alcohol.

...

Back in her study, Song Lingshan was drinking orange juice when she heard Su Luo singing "Dancing Girl's Tears" on the monitor, and she almost spat out the juice.

He gulped down a large mouthful of orange juice.

I couldn't help but laugh out loud.

It seems that Su Luo's willpower is much stronger than she imagined. Even after falling to this state, she still has the mind to sing.

Huh?

Wait, Su Luo used to sing terribly, how come she sings so well now?

What's going on?

Their company's trainers must be incredibly skilled to have taught someone like Su Luo, who is tone-deaf, to this extent.

After Su Luo finished singing, she stopped quietly.

wrong.

Why is he singing "The Dancer's Tears"? It doesn't suit his identity; he's neither a dancer nor a prostitute.

It sounds pretty good, though. I think I sing really well now.

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered his idol of many years, who was also his teacher, Ye Xiaoman.

If Ye Xiaoman hadn't taught him, he would still be a terrible singer.

It must have been a long time since I last saw Ye Xiaoman.

She didn't attend her own wedding. How is she doing now?

Are they still on tour?

ah!

I really want to go to Ye Xiaoman's concert!

Come to think of it, as a die-hard fan of Ye Xiaoman for so many years, he has never actually attended one of her concerts.

Because Ye Xiaoman's band's concerts were always held overseas, when Ye Xiaoman returned to China for her tour, he was live-streaming for 10 hours a day and had no time to watch.

That's good now, even if Song Lingshan really lets him out one day.

He couldn't go see her anymore, because he had sworn to Nami that he would never see her again, and he wanted to stay with Nami and live a good life in Tokyo.

Then I thought of Nami Ozawa.

Su Luo hugged the blanket tightly, buried his head in it, and silently shed tears. He had no other way to vent his emotions except by crying.