The village chief's daughter woke up the next morning, and all she could see was a coquettish red.
She was lying on a soft bed, wrapped in layers of gauze.
Sitting up a little weakly, she opened the red gauze curtain and found that she was in a magnificent yet exquisite room.
The incense burner was burning with curls of white smoke, and what filled her nose was a scent as good as albizia flowers.
The door to the room was pushed open, and an eleven or twelve-year-old girl walked in.
Seeing that she was awake, she hurried over to check.
She was stunned when she saw her hand being held, white and clean.
She hurriedly pushed the girl in front of her away and rushed towards the bronze mirror on the sink.
Sure enough, her face had been thoroughly cleaned, and the face in the mirror was as gorgeous as ashes.
She looked at the girl in horror and began to look for an escape route for herself.
The girl shouted loudly, and the door was immediately pushed open again, and an older woman with heavy makeup walked in with several fierce-looking men.
She only felt that her legs were weak and she couldn't help but fall to the ground.
She already knew where she was now.
This place was mentioned in the stories he told her.
He once said that this was a place where only fallen women would gather.
The forty-year-old madam still had her charm.
She wanted to give the newcomer a showdown, but when she saw her like this, she felt sympathy.
The old bustard sighed and advised her: I saved your life.
From now on, you will be my daughter.
As long as you are obedient, your mother will not treat you badly.
At least, you will never be hungry and faint on the street again. .
The madam stroked her hair, and his gentle movements reminded her of her mother thousands of miles away.
The madam asked her name.
She answered with red eyes: My name is Bai Hehuan.
The old bustard smiled and said: From now on, my Hongxiu Tower has a peerless oiran named Hehuan.
Although she surrendered, she thought about running away all the time.
What was hateful was that she was too weak, and the madam sent people to keep an eye on her, leaving her no chance at all.
She asked for her parcel back from the madam.
There was nothing in it except a bronze mirror as big as her palm.
At night, she fell asleep holding the bronze mirror, and her tears wet the pillow.
After a month of rest, her body was fully recovered.
Just one month was enough for a lot of things to happen.
The madam discovered her voice, which was clearer than an oriole, and immediately looked for someone to teach her the latest music.
She spoke casually, but the teacher who taught the music sighed that he had no regrets.
Her matter was quickly dispersed by the Madam, and Acacia in the Red Sleeve Tower became a hit in the capital of Nuo Da, becoming popular among the upper class aristocrats.
As her health improved, she moved around more.
During conversations with other people, she quietly learned the name of the current champion.
He finally succeeded.
She was happy for him, but also sad that she couldn't be by his side to send her congratulations immediately.
When she calmed down, she suddenly thought that he had become a powerful person now.
If he knew that the Hehuan in the Red Sleeve Tower was her, he would definitely be able to save her.
Therefore, she agreed to the stage performance mentioned by the madam three days later.
The three days really passed by in a blink of an eye.
When night came, she was dressed up and slowly appeared from the backstage with the support of the maid.
The crowd in the audience was speechless when they saw her appearing under the beam of light.
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Amidst the silence, she slowly opened her eyes and searched the seats in the front row of the audience.
When she saw the familiar face clearly, she opened her lips and smiled.
There was a gasp in the audience, and even he looked at her with a dazed look, filled with obsession and surprise, but there was no surprise she wanted.
She was not surprised, after all, even she herself felt very strange after getting dressed up.
She smiled and sang the song the Madam had chosen for her, thinking that if it was her voice, he would definitely recognize her.
She sang very seriously, her eyes never leaving his face, her eyes full of expectation.
After the song ended, it took a long time before the hall rang out with applause from everyone who came back to their senses.
The men exclaimed and praised her beauty and singing voice, but she gradually lost her smile.
Just because his indifferent expression told her that he did not recognize her.
She stood alone in the center of the stage, her bright pink gauze skirt seemed to have fallen to the ground, her face was pale, and her lips were trembling as if she was saying something.
Her voice was obscured by the noise, and more and more people wanted to rush to the stage and go crazy for her beauty.
Suddenly, she moved, her hot pink skirt and long black hair flying behind her, running with all her strength in his direction.
However, he didn't recognize her.
Even though she cried and shouted to him, she just smiled slightly amidst the teasing laughter of her companions and turned around and left without any nostalgia.
The second time, he left her, completely destroying her already scarred heart.
The body that was running desperately was pulled back by the people from the Madam's faction, but she seemed like a doll that had lost its soul, murmuring with empty eyes open.
Xiao Lang, how could you forget me?
How could you forget me?
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