In the evening, Mr. Ghost Hayes stuffed himself in the cruise buffet restaurant, strolled back to work off the food, and was pondering whether to see a show in the theater on the first floor or try his luck at the casino.
In short, this place had it all when it came to eating, drinking, and entertainment, offering a rather comfortable experience.
When he returned, he didn't see Cherry. Sticking his neck out, he glanced into the bedroom and then at the bathroom — Cherry was standing in front of the vanity, busy applying makeup in the mirror.
She looked quite serious.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk... All dolled up, where are you headed?" Mr. Ghost Hayes asked her with a toothpick in his mouth and a smile.
Cherry was dressed in a late Qing dynasty embroidered dress, with a thin layer of powder, and her eyebrows drawn into graceful curves. Her makeup was elegantly tasteful, and when she turned to smile, she resembled a classic lady from a Chinese painting.
"I'm going to see Purple Summers."
