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In that moment, my mind went blank. It wasn't until his lips left mine that I gradually began to regain my senses.
I hunched my shoulders, looking at him in a panic. He reached out and gently brushed my cheek, causing a sharp pain that made me step back.
But he held my shoulders, preventing me from retreating. "Did I hurt you? Chang Huan, I'm sorry. I... I don't even know why I got so angry!"
His voice was muffled, his expression a mix of guilt, frustration, and a sorrow I couldn't quite understand.
I stubbornly turned my face away, silently lamenting: Lin Fengyi, you don't love me, yet you won't let me go. What exactly do you think you're doing to me?
From that moment on, Lin Fengyi became wary of me; no matter where I went, there were always people quietly following me.
He was worried I would escape. So, I grew increasingly silent, even too lazy to hurl my usual sarcastic remarks at him.
For this matter, he apologized to me over and over again. He held my shoulders, trying to make me meet his gaze, but I deliberately ignored him, simply listening as he despondently explained and reassured me.
He said, "Chang Huan, trust me; everything I'm doing is for your own good!"
I remained silent, pushing him away with a cold laugh, while inside, it felt as if a boulder had been thrown into a lake, sending ripples across the surface.
For my own good? Making me sad is for my own good? Lin Fengyi, your words will never be trusted again!
A week later, Lin Fengyi personally escorted me onto the ship bound for England.
I gazed into his deep eyes, a whirlwind of emotions swirling within me, yet I ultimately said nothing.
The moment the whistle blew, I looked at the familiar city, a slight smile creeping onto my lips, hinting at unspoken thoughts.
I knew deep down that I wouldn’t truly leave; I would be back soon enough.
Six months later, in the Paramount Club ballroom, the lights flickered amidst a haze of revelry.
Shanghai, this city brimming with stories, I had returned at last.
This place had once been my sister's refuge, and now it had become mine.
No matter how hard Lin Fengyi racked his brain, he would never guess that the The Songstress Who Rose to Fame at the Paramount Club, Wang You, was actually Zhen Changhuan.
"Wang You, hurry up! It’s your turn to perform!" A few dancing sisters rushed over to adjust my outfit and urged me to get on stage quickly.
"Why is it so quiet today?" I wondered aloud, curious because Paramount Club was usually packed and lively, yet today it felt unusually still outside.
At that moment, Mother Chen approached with a beaming smile, quickly fixing my hair while anxiously reminding me, "A gentleman has booked today’s performance and specifically requested to hear you sing! Hurry up! You mustn’t offend such a benefactor."
I lifted my skirt carefully and stepped onto the stage. As a singer, I had no choice; if others wanted to hear me sing, I had to oblige—refusal was not an option.
As the music began to play softly, I moved slightly with some hesitation and started to sing: "Good flowers do not bloom forever; good times do not last long. Sorrow piles up into smiles; tears fall upon longing threads. After tonight's farewell, when will you return again..."
The people in the audience sat in the darkness, and I could hardly make out his face.
After finishing a song, he remained silent, so I continued to sing.
But just then, I saw him suddenly stand up, holding a glass of red wine, leisurely making his way toward the stage. My heart tightened; I thought he was just another lecherous man looking for company, and I couldn't help but feel nervous, my voice trembling slightly.
It wasn't until he stepped into the light that I finally saw his face clearly. My song abruptly stopped, and I stood there in a daze, at a loss for what to do, my mind blank.
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