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The night was as dark as ink. The "Butterfly" bar in the west of the city was hidden deep in an old alley, with a warm yellow glass lamp hanging on the wooden door.

As you push open the door, the wind chimes tinkle softly, shutting out the noise of the outside world.

The room was dimly lit and filled with a faint aroma of cedar and citrus.

A dark purple velvet sofa is placed along the wall, and a floor lamp casts a dappled halo of light.

The resident singer on stage was softly singing blues, his voice languid and tender.

Liu Yunshu and Shen Qingqing found a corner booth to sit down.

She wore a smoky gray halter dress with delicate silver threads cascading down the hem, shimmering faintly in the dim light.

The faint redness at the corners of her eyes hadn't faded, and combined with her reddened eye sockets, it added to the sense of brokenness.

"Waiter, two mojitos, less ice, please."

Shen Qingqing threw her bag onto the sofa and said angrily.

"We're drinking until we drop tonight, and we'll forget about that scumbag couple forever!"

Following Shen Qingqing's lead, Liu Yunshu responded softly, her voice still slightly hoarse from crying: "Okay, let's drink until we drop."

When the mojito was served, the refreshing aroma of mint mixed with the slight strength of rum filled the air.

Liu Yunshu took a small sip, her eyes lighting up slightly: "It's delicious, Qingqing."

Seeing her like this, Shen Qingqing's anger subsided a little, and she reached out and poked her forehead.

"You think a glass of wine can make you happy? Be more careful next time, don't let Fu Jingming fool you again."

Liu Yunshu lowered her eyelashes, her voice soft, as if talking to herself: "It's been three years... I always thought I could warm him up."

"What you can't warm up is never people's hearts, it's those scoundrels pretending to be asleep!"

Shen Qingqing took a big gulp of wine; the coolness of the mint couldn't quell her anger.

"You stood by him through the toughest times, and he turns around and showers attention on his ex-girlfriend. A man like that should have been dumped long ago!"

Liu Yunshu didn't reply, but tilted her head back and drank the wine in her glass in one gulp.

The strong rum mixed with the coolness of mint shot straight into her throat, making her eyes slightly red.

She went to the bar and ordered another "Blue Enchantress".

The icy blue liquid swirled in the stemmed glass, adorned with a mint leaf.

She swirled the wine in her glass. "Qingqing, do you think Jingming ever loved me?"

Shen Qingqing chased after her to the bar, and seeing the tears still glistening in her eyes, she felt both angry and heartbroken.

He reached out to snatch the cup, but Liu Yunshu gulped it down first.

"Cough, cough..."

This wine is sweet on the palate, but its aftereffects are much stronger than a mojito.

Liu Yunshu choked and bent over, her fingers gripping the edge of the bar so tightly that her knuckles turned white.

Tears could no longer be held back, falling one after another onto the marble countertop, leaving a small wet patch.

"Drink slowly!" Shen Qingqing patted her back and quickly handed her a tissue. "Is it worth torturing yourself like this for a jerk?"

Liu Yunshu raised her head, her face streaked with tears, but she managed a weak smile.

"I just don't understand... In three years, where have I fallen short of Su Manli?"

The voice wasn't loud, but it was filled with grievances and resentment, mixed with the languid blues, making people's hearts ache.

"Another one, please."

She raised her hand and wiped her face, her fingertips stained with wine, tracing the reddened corners of her eyes.

The red hue, blurred by tears, revealed a delicate yet alluring charm.

The bartender shook his head; another girl troubled by love.

He picked up the bottle and mixed her a milder "Drunken Dream".

A freeze-dried rose floats in the light pink liquid, its sweet aroma diluting the alcohol's flavor.

Liu Yunshu had just picked up her wine glass when she staggered toward the stage.

"Yun Shu, where are you going?"

Shen Qingqing quickly grabbed her, her face full of anxiety as she looked at her unsteady steps.

"You're drunk, come back and sit down!"

Liu Yunshu gently pulled her hand away, her fingertips reeking of alcohol.

He patted Shen Qingqing's hand, his voice soft yet stubborn: "I'm not drunk... I want to sing, just one song."

She staggered onto the small stage, and the resident singer, seeing this, wisely stopped playing and handed her the microphone.

Liu Yunshu took the microphone, and the cool metallic touch cleared her muddled mind somewhat.

Liu Yunshu cleared her throat, her voice slightly hoarse from the alcohol, yet unexpectedly tender and moving: "Let me sing you a song called 'Later'."

The accompaniment began softly, and the gentle melody enveloped her voice, flowing slowly through the quiet bar.

"Later, I finally learned how to love, but you were already gone, vanished into the sea of ​​people..."

Her voice wasn't as clear as the original singer's, but it carried a heavy sense of grievance and melancholy, as if every word was squeezed out from the bottom of her heart.

When singing "Some people, once missed, are gone forever."

Her voice choked with emotion, and tears rolled down her cheeks again, hitting the microphone with a soft thud.

The audience gradually quieted down, and some people whispered about the girl who was crying her eyes out, their eyes full of pity.

Shen Qingqing stood below the stage, watching her friend struggle to suppress her grief.

My eyes welled up with tears of heartache, yet I knew she needed an outlet to vent her feelings.

Fu Yanshen comes to the "Butterfly" bar every week.

There was a lot going on at the company today. When he finished up and rushed over, he happened to run into Liu Yunshu holding the microphone and crying.

He had just settled into his private booth, and before his fingertips even touched the whiskey offered by the waiter, his gaze was drawn to the slender figure on the stage.

A smoky gray halter dress hugged her slender figure, and the silver threads on the hem shimmered delicately under the warm stage lights, much like the trembling tears in her eyes.

The woman's voice was slightly hoarse from drinking, and her tenderness was tinged with a heart-wrenching sorrow.

When she sang with deep emotion, her shoulders trembled slightly, and tears slid down her fair cheeks, hitting the microphone with a soft patter.

It's a well-known old song, but she sang it with such heartbreaking emotion that every word seemed to bleed.

Even the guests who were talking quietly in the audience stopped what they were doing and looked at her with pity.

Fu Yanshen took a sip of whiskey, the amber liquid sliding down his throat.

His gaze fell on the reddened corners of her eyes, the faint red tinged with tears.

It looks just like a crabapple tree wet with rain in spring, delicate yet alluring.

His fingertips unconsciously traced the glass, his fingertips feeling the coolness of the glass, but his gaze was fixed on her.

When she sang, "How do you remember me, with a smile or in silence?" her shoulders trembled even more.

Her fingers, gripping the microphone, turned white, as if it were her only support.

He looked away, his well-defined fingers unconsciously rubbing together, his eyes filled with an unfathomable light.

That fragmented allure was like a fine needle, gently pricking my heart, bringing an indescribable itch.

The song ended.

He loosened his collar and lit a cigarette.

A thin mist escaped from her lips, weaving a hazy veil in the dim light, obscuring the dark emotions churning in her eyes.

The fingers holding the cigarette had distinct knuckles, and the fingertips gently caressed the cigarette.

Just then, a slender hand suddenly covered her.

Still warm from the alcohol, with lingering traces of wine on her fingertips, she gently grasped the knuckles holding his cigarette.

Liu Yunshu somehow wandered to the edge of the booth, her skirt brushing against his trouser leg, the silver threads shimmering with a delicate light.

She looked up at him, tears still clinging to her eyelashes.

The red at the corners of her eyes was intensified by the alcohol, like rouge spreading out, its brokenness unknowingly exuding a seductive charm.

Fu Yanshen's fingers paused, and the sparks from the cigarette butt flickered.

He looked down at her; her warm breath, mixed with the scent of sweet wine and roses, touched his wrist, making it feel a little hot.

Her eyes were hazy and confused, like a lost fawn, completely devoid of the sorrow she felt when singing on stage, leaving only a drunken bewilderment and stubbornness.

"Will you smoke?"

His voice was deep and rich, carrying the mellowness of whiskey, and stood out clearly against the noisy background.

He has never lacked patience when it comes to people or things that interest him.

He didn't move his fingertips, letting her hand cover his, feeling the delicacy and slight trembling of her palm.

Liu Yunshu shook her head, then nodded, her fingers unconsciously tightening around the fingers holding his cigarette. "Want to try..."

As she spoke, she parted her red lips slightly, took a drag of the cigarette from his hand.

The pungent nicotine instantly choked her throat, causing her to cough violently, and her tears flowed even more fiercely than before.

Fu Yanshen found it amusing and chuckled softly.

"You...cough! What are you laughing at?"

Liu Yunshu suddenly looked up and glared at him angrily.

Fu Yanshen narrowed his eyes, took a drag of his cigarette, and the thin smoke slowly drifted over the corners of her reddened eyes.

He flicked the ash from his cigarette, and the embers fell onto the dark carpet and went out instantly.

Seeing that he didn't speak, Liu Yunshu, spurred by the alcohol, suddenly straddled him.

The silver threads of her skirt brushed against his palm, causing a slight tickling sensation.

The aroma of alcohol mingled with the scent of roses, becoming even more intense, lingering between the two and seemingly pushing away the surrounding songs and voices.

When she cupped his face in her hands, her fingertips were still trembling, unsteady from being drunk, yet with a stubbornness that disregarded everything.

"Don't laugh at me."

Her nose was red, and the tears on her eyelashes were still wet, dripping onto the back of his hand, as cold as crushed ice.

Her eyes were wide open, like an annoyed kitten, her grievance mixed with an unconscious charm.

Fu Yanshen's hand naturally rested on her slender waist.

With his palm pressed against the warm skin beneath the skirt fabric, he could clearly feel the slight trembling of her waist and abdomen.

He didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly.

"Jingming, please ignore Su Manli, okay..."

Liu Yunshu's voice was as soft as if it had been soaked in honey, with a heavy nasal tone and a slight upward rise at the end.

Fu Yanshen's hand on her waist suddenly tightened.

Jingming? Fu Jingming?

"I'm not..." Before she could finish speaking, Liu Yunshu had already kissed her.

Her soft lips, carrying the sweet scent of wine and roses, rashly covered his slightly cool, thin lips.

Like a lost little animal, with a stubbornness that leads to a desperate gamble.

Her kisses were haphazard, just clumsy rubbing.

Tears slid down again, seeping between their intertwined lips, the salty and bitter taste mixed with the sweet wine, quietly melting on their tongues.

This taste unexpectedly captivated Fu Yanshen.

His eyes darkened, and he gripped the back of her neck, his fingertips caressing her delicate skin, deepening the kiss with an irresistible force.

Fu Yanshen's kiss was aggressive, yet strangely wrapped in a hint of patience.

In the midst of their passionate embrace, he swallowed all the salty tears and sweet wine from her lips.