Moda de Pequim: No Limite da Flor de Rosa

"Young Master Liang, how much longer are you going to keep playing with that little dancer? Don’t tell me you’ve actually fallen for her?"

"Nonsense, how could our Jia really care? It’s just that the girl is obedient and doesn’t make trouble. That’s the only reason Jia keeps her around. Isn’t that right, Jia?"

Xianyu stood at the door of the private room, the door half-closed, hearing the voices of Ying Chenye and Shangguan Ge inside. The subject of their conversation was her.

They were all waiting for Liang Youjia’s answer.

And so was she.

But he was silent for a few seconds.

Those few seconds gave her room to imagine, to hope.

She waited for him to tell his friends that it wasn’t like that, that she, Xianyu, was different to him.

Through the crack of the door, she saw a sliver of light cast across the chiseled lines of his face, outlining the faint, mocking curve of his lips.

Between the index and middle fingers of his right hand, a cigarette smoldered, smoke curling into the air. Even his deep, jade-cold voice sounded distant and unfeeling.

"Of course. People like us and someone like her were never meant to be together."

In that instant, Xianyu felt as though a dagger had pierced her chest, as if a bucket of ice water had been poured over her, leaving her heart aching and numb.

Ying Chenye chuckled. "So, when are you planning to tell her?"

Liang Youjia replied, "I’ll wait until the third of October."

Shangguan Ge clicked his tongue. &qu