Feng Street is brightly lit at night as usual. It is home to the most impressive shopping malls, the most luxurious hotels, and the craziest bars in Ronghai City.

At three o'clock in the morning, most people have already fallen asleep, but some people rely on late-night life, and Tu Nian is one of them.

Because of her mother's genes, Tu Nian has a naturally good voice, and she did not waste her talent. She learned a lot of music theory from her mother since she was a child. Thanks to this, she got her current job - singing in a bar.

As the top singer at Xingxian Bar, Tu Nian's salary was good, but her work schedule was a bit disrupted. However, she didn't care because the income from this job was her only guarantee of life.

A few years ago, having just entered society, she was driven to despair by her father's gambling debts. Back then, she often wondered if her mother hadn't been found by her gambling-addicted father, would she have been able to continue her education like any other girl? Or if she had been more capable, would her mother have been spared the debt?

It was not until last year when she met Chu Qiurong on her way to work that her life temporarily settled down.

So many years have passed, and her father has disappeared and never appeared again, but her hatred has never faded with time.

How ridiculous! The theme of the bar today was "Remembrance." But the thing she deserved to be remembered had already been buried in the coffin with her mother's body the year she passed away.

She couldn't help but start to regret. If she hadn't said a few more words to Chu Qiurong when she was drunk, he wouldn't have used these things to embarrass her every now and then.

Although, she knew Chu Qiurong was doing it for her own good.

After finally getting through the two-hour intermission, Tu Nian breathed a sigh of relief, packed up the microphone stand, and walked off the stage.

A boy with a buzz cut at the bar saw her coming and immediately put down his work and ran over to ask, "Sister Tu, would you like a drink?"

Tu Nian didn't even put down her bag before rushing to the bar. After pretending to be dead for a moment, she nodded slightly, her head buried in her arms. The boy understood and took out his tools to get busy.

She was thinking of taking a short nap, but another man's voice came from behind her.

"Today's condition is particularly bad."

All Tu Nian's ears were filled with the lazy and somewhat long ending. She didn't even need to turn her head to know that Chu Qiurong was going to nag again.

"It's all your fault." Tu Nian said.

Chu Qiurong disagreed. He looked at the top star in front of him, who looked like a pile of mud, and raised his long, stylish eyebrows. "You can't sing well if you resist emotions like this. Are you never going to touch this kind of subject matter in your life?"

His body twitched violently, and Tu Nian thought he had misheard: "Boss, I'm just an employee."

"You really only want to work?"

Tu Nian's breathing stopped.

“…As long as you have money.”

The boy with a crew cut had just finished mixing a cup and brought it over. Tu Nian took it and sipped it slowly.

The wine was dark brown. After a few sips, Tu Nian turned the glass, listening to the clinking sound of ice cubes in the glass, but refused to taste it again.

"If you don't like it, don't drink it in the future." To her, the wine was too bitter.

The shaved-head boy next to him had been listening intently. When he heard the boss's words, he panicked and hurriedly explained, "It was Sister Tu who ordered us to order something different every time..."

"This one's on my bill." Tu Nian reached out and patted his shaved shoulder. She frowned and drank the rest of the wine. The bitterness and burning sensation rose up, staining her face red. "I'll make this from now on."

As the cup was put down, the ice cubes with some residual liquid jumped twice in it. Tu Nian picked up the bag beside him and turned to leave.

Looking at the ice ball in her square cup that had just melted a little, Chu Qiurong subconsciously touched the obsidian ring on her finger.

…

There is a long distance from Feng Street to Huai Street. Tu Nian usually rides a motorcycle to go back and forth, but today he took a taxi for the first time in a long time.

Looking out the car window at the street at around three in the morning, watching the flow of people gradually decrease, Tu Nian suddenly thought of Chu Qiurong and the men and women in Xingxian who were living a life of drunkenness and dreams.

After getting off the bus, she stood blankly at the entrance of a winding alley on Huai Street, feeling a little melancholy. Chu Qiurong was really nice to her, but these nice things alone couldn't change anything.

She collected her thoughts and walked deeper into the alley.

Huai Street is a notorious poor area. It is filled with the hustle and bustle of the market during the day and is eerily quiet at night.

Tu Nian skillfully crossed each fork in the road, turned into a narrow corridor, climbed three floors, took out his key, and entered.

The room was just over 50 square meters, with a spring bed, a refrigerator, an armchair, and a tattered desk. The only signs of life were a clean computer on the desk and a guitar beside it.

Falling on the creaking bed, Tu Nian buried his head in the pillow and fell into a deep sleep.

…

At one o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight that could not be blocked by the curtains woke Tu Nian up.

"When I have some spare money, the first thing I will do is replace the lousy curtains at home." She has said this many times, but looking at the current situation, it is clear that she has just ignored it.

The money was not idle. Apart from paying off debts, it was all spent on the treasures on her desk. But it didn't matter. She still had a bed and quilt. She could pull the quilt over her head and continue to sleep.

"Bang, bang—" There was a loud banging sound on the door.

Tu Nian thought, if it was a debt collector, she would ignore it, but if it was...

"Bang bang—" the sound of banging on the door continued, followed by a crisp female voice: "Ayang—open the door!"

"Bang!" Tu Nian pounded the bed furiously. Although she was very reluctant, she still climbed out of bed.

Arriving at the door, she didn't open it immediately. Instead, she placed her left hand on the doorknob, stretched her right arm wide, and shifted her feet forward and backward, exerting her strength with her legs, striking a very strange posture. After everything was ready, she turned the doorknob.

In an instant, a short pink shadow pounced over at lightning speed: "A Nian——"

Tu Nian, who was well prepared, hugged the pink cannonball that was flying towards her and rolled onto the bed without even closing the door.

"Wait a minute." Tu Nian struggled to get out of the cannonball's arms, went to close the door, and when she came back, she saw the man in front of her, rubbing his hands, eager to fight, and couldn't wait. Tu Nian groaned inwardly, her ears were probably going to suffer again.

Sure enough, after complaining for a while, Tu Nian realized: when couples quarrel, best friends suffer.

"Do you really want to break up this time?" Tu Nian poured himself a glass of water and moistened his throat.

"He's really going too far. I've told him many times..."

"Yuwen Yiyi, are you going to break up or not?" She even took out her cell phone.

Yu Wenyi avoided his gaze, feeling very guilty: "I think, if there is a next time...ah!"

Tu Nian didn't wait for Yu Wen Yi Yi to finish, simply throwing down her phone and rushing to the computer. Some couples, even after a fight, refuse to break up and insist on torturing the other. Every month, Tu Nian has trouble sleeping for a few days because of this. Incidentally, the one Yu Wen Yi Yi doesn't break up with is not the same person.