...
Inside the Chrysanthemum Hall.
Nighttime, people came and went, the lights were bright.
A woman with long hair hanging down and a stooped back slowly walked forward, each step wet.
She slightly raised her head, looking at a gaudily dressed man who had just passed by her. This man was the star of their Chrysanthemum Hall, known for his bad temper, indeed...
The man instantly got angry when he saw the woman sneaking a look at him and cursed at her.
"What are you looking at? Is your dog eyes worthy of looking at me?"
The woman immediately lowered her head upon hearing his words, daring not to look randomly again, continuously apologizing.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry."
Her voice was hoarse, seemingly her throat had once been injured, each word she spoke felt like she was trembling, as if enduring tremendous pain.
However, how could the man pay attention to her few apologies, instead he felt even angrier after hearing her words.
