When Yan Xixi saw Xu Xiaoya again, Xu Xiaoya had been discharged from the hospital and was temporarily staying in a chain hotel. The room was filled with smoke. Xu Xiaoya sat on the bed like an addict, wreathed in clouds of smoke. She had grown terribly thin, her skin clinging to her bones. Not a trace of her past charm and beauty remained; she had aged rapidly.
Upon seeing Yan Xixi, she exhaled a puff of smoke. The scent of cheap perfume diffused through the air, her features blurring. "Xixi, I'm starting work at a hair salon tomorrow..."
A salon girl!
Going to the nightclub was no longer viable because her looks had faded. She had no choice but to lower herself to working at a salon.
