Feng Jingjing looked numbly at everything on the street. A gust of cold wind blew by, lifting her long hair. The biting cold wind hit her face, but it couldn't take away the burning sensation on her cheeks. Her heart was colder than the wind.
Feng Jingjing didn't drive but walked on the bustling street. She walked until she was tired and then saw a bar nearby and went inside.
The bar was full of flashing lights and lustrous hues, a scene of drunken revelry. Young men and women twisted their waists to the explosive music, the lights casting various shapes on their faces.
The handsome bartender performed various difficult tricks casually in front of the wine rack, attracting a lot of young girls to stop and watch.
Feng Jingjing went to a quiet corner, ordered two bottles of wine, and drank them down like water, with her father's words echoing in her ears.
She drank down a bottle of red wine in less than half an hour. At this moment, someone came over to hit on her.
