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Chapter 2 The forced smile behind the mask

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    "Hello to all the listeners in front of the radio, welcome to listen to "Love Returns" on time from 10 to 12 late at night every weekend. I am an intern DJ, Shi Yimo."

    Only when recording the show can she find her true self.  Everyone's love spread throughout the streets and alleys of the city through that beautiful voice, and then the whole world was enveloped in sweetness. At that time, she felt that she was truly alive.

    She loves this career as much as she loves her own life.

    Gao Weiling looked through the glass window, and the tall man broke into the depths of her cut pupils, and she smiled as he spoke of the love of others.  Because in this flying season of March, she also found her own love.

    "Anchor, Yimo did a great job in your program." Luo Feng put his hand on Gao Weiling's shoulder, his eyes smiling.

    With his thin lips raised slightly, Gao Weiling's eyebrows were like smoke, and the finely chiselled beauty spread out from the depths of his eyes.  He is the mainstay of this radio station and is also Shi Yimo's tutor and boyfriend. He is 26 years old, 4 years older than her.

    She studied broadcasting and hosting and is a junior intern. She earns a meager salary every month, but she is happy and enjoys her love for it.

    Every time she appeared on the show, he would always stay outside and pay attention. His eyes were rigorous, but he never forgot his gentleness.

    Today¡¯s background music is Daoxiang by Jay Chou. Shi Yimo has never been star-struck, but this song helped her get through the lowest point in her life.  She will also, as the lyrics sing, bravely work hard for life!

    For two whole hours, Gao Weiling stood silently outside the window, like her patron saint, bringing warmth to her cold heart.

    After work, the two of them walked side by side on the street where the breeze was gentle, and there were two long shadows under the street lights.

    The stars are particularly sweet tonight. Her thin shoulders are covered with his home coat, and the snow-white dress is slowly playing.

    This is her favorite skirt, he bought it for her.

    The nightclub was not far away, with the huge word "Imperial Court" flashing in the colors. It was her most unspeakable nightmare. She felt that it was like a swamp, and it would be difficult to climb out if she fell in.  Many times, she really looks down on herself.

    The corner of her mouth rose to laugh at herself, she stopped, and with her cold jade hands, she pulled down her coat and handed it to him, "Just follow the old rules and send it here."

    In Gao Weiling's eyes, she is a mysterious poppy that has tempered its charming poison.  She never mentioned her personal affairs, and he didn't ask.

    "Well, be careful." After putting on his clothes, Gao Weiling watched her leave, his handsome face suddenly complicated.

    On the street corner in the evening, it was bone-chilling cold. Her vertebrae were very straight. Shi Yimo never lowered his head easily. People always have to look forward to see further.

    "Yimo!"

    The man behind her couldn't hear the emotional shouting. Just as she turned around, a wave of warmth suddenly came in.  Gao Weiling hugged her tightly into his arms. She felt cold all over, as if she had been pushed into an ice cellar.

    "Remember to eat more. Next time I hug you, I hope you won't be so prickly."

    His chin rubbed against her shoulder, and his eyes fell on the black shadows glued together on the ground.

    Shi Yimo raised the corners of his lips and said, "I understand."

    "Good night." He kissed her forehead, waving away a lot of her coldness.

    When she went back to the dormitory, the woman she had protected that night barged in drunkenly from outside. Before she could even tremble with her, her whole body rolled into the head of the bed like a puddle of mud.

    "Dad, I will definitely cure you, Dad"

    She was choked with sobs as she murmured, and cried as she read it.  The car accident took her mother's life and also gave her father a serious illness.

    Shi Yimo forcefully laughed twice. Among the women, the reason why she and Jiang Fengmei got along well was because they were equally helpless. Compared to Jiang Fengmei, Shi Yimo never knew what tears felt like. She didn't know how to cry.

    She knelt down on Jiang Fengmei's bed and patted her blushing face, "Meimei? Meimei! Go take a bath and wake up."

    She was half drunk and half awake, and forced her eyes open. After Shi Yimo's two figures overlapped, she hugged her and cried loudly.

    "Yimo, I feel uncomfortable, Yimo"

    Someone pinched her neck and got two scars on her neck. Shi Yimo frowned, but she didn't know who the pervert was.

    "I can't stand it anymore, I will go crazy if this continues!"

    Perhaps only Shi Yimo can understand her suffering.  She could only pat her head lightly like this. Even if she didn't say anything, Jiang Fengmei would feel better.  Shi Yimo rarely mentioned his family to her. Jiang Fengmei only knew that her parents also died in a car accident.

    Shi Yimo¡¯s comfort was very simple. He held her tightly in his arms and put his fair face against her head.Talkative, no words really needed, they all understood each other.

    She still vomited all over her body, so Shi Yimo opened the drawer and found a pile of stomach medicine.  She had always cherished her body, but alcohol would not allow it. It was devouring them like a demon.

    It¡¯s that evening again, the same night, the same scene, in that colorful world.

    Shi Yimo opened the private room and rushed into the bathroom with her mouth covered. She vomited and looked into the mirror with confused eyes.  She almost didn't recognize the goblin inside who was wearing heavy makeup. She hated the smell of makeup.  Her eyes were filled with disgust, she actually hated herself very much.

    Brushing the look on her face carelessly, she walked out against the wall with chaotic steps. In the corridor, the lights were dim, and the reflective porcelain mirror attached to the wall modified her slender beauty. Rows of beauties passed her by, and were sent away one by one.  To hell!

    "You fucking bitch!"

    In this corrupt world, she saw the fists of men hitting women¡¯s faces, and he could not hear the women¡¯s cries for mercy.  In the eyes of those rich people, they should not be aloof, and if they recognize their own value, they don't have to suffer so much.

    If the manager hadn¡¯t arrived in time to comfort her, the woman might have been even worse.

    During the anesthesia, someone accidentally bumped into her. She fell to the ground, and her half-closed eyelids reflected the woman with the green card. She was hugged tightly by a bald and greasy man. The man smiled obscenely at Shi Yimo.  The ears continued to expand, and the woman was obviously not happy, but she still smiled flatteringly.

    Every woman here wears a different mask, like a different kind of masquerade. No one dares to expose their true identity. Perhaps this is the best way to protect themselves.

    Men¡¯s heaven is women¡¯s hell!

    Tang Chao entered the wide corridor and glanced at the woman on the ground.  He put his hands into his trouser pockets, and his handsome face had a stern air. Even if he squinted, he had an aloof attitude.  Elegance is the best temperament given to him by God.

    Shi Yimo saw his lips curl into a small smile. Although it was not deep, it made her fall inexplicably.

    "Master Tang."

    The person who was polite was the boss of the imperial court. It was rare to see him be so awed by someone. His height was only as high as Tang Chao's ears, and Tang Chao didn't even need to look at him.

    "I have prepared the VIP private room for you, enjoy it."

    He then withdrew his gaze from Shi Yimo and strode past her, with a hint of evil and sycophancy seeping out of her.  She suddenly noticed that there were two men behind him, one of whom was the one who beat her that night.

    Women are forgotten by them. They don¡¯t pay much attention to a drunk woman lying next to her. Even if they glance sideways, their eyes are full of contempt.

    "Yimo, are you okay?"

    Hua Jifang was always the first to talk to her, so Shi Yimo would not be trampled to death by a passing man.

    She watched the ancestors disappear around the corner, and was supported by Hua Jifang. Shi Yimo stood up and the smell of alcohol had gone away. After saying her thanks, she walked back to her original private room.

    When she walked in the door, she smoothed her clothes, held her breath in her chest, and forced herself to put on a smile.

    Pushing open the private room, a charming look appeared under the mask: "Haha, Mr. Zhang, I just made it easy for you to wait." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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