Cause i know god's just waiting till the time is right
(Because God is arranging this moment for us.)
God will you keep her safe from the thunderstorm
(God, please grant her peace and keep her from the storm;)
When the day's cold will you keep her warm
(When it's cold, keep her warm.)
When the darkness falls will you please shine her the way
(When darkness falls, light her way)
(shine he the way)
God will you let her know that i love her so
(God, can you please let her know how much I love her?)
When theres no one there that she's not alone
(Even if there is no one else in the world, she will not be alone;)
Just close her eyes and let her know
(She can know as long as she closes her eyes.)
My heart is beating with hers
My heart exists only for her.
Is beating with hers
(It has always existed for her...)
My heart is beating with hers
My heart exists only for her.
It's beating with hers
(It has always existed for her...)
God will you keep her safe from the thunderstorm
When the day's cold will you keep her warm
When the darkness falls will you please shine her the way
God will you let her know that i love her so
When theres no one there that she's not alone
Just close her eyes and let her know
My heart is beating with hers
Oh...
It's beating with hers
(It has always existed for her...)
(It's beating with yours)
(Existing for you.)
MY PRAYER.
My prayer.
He said, "I often don't believe that God exists in this world, but if such a person really exists, I am willing to be grateful, humble my flesh and blood and my pride, and regard him as God."
He said he didn't even need to bring anyone to Yan hope's side; as long as they were cherished and loved, I would still be grateful.
In the long run, the stretched shoulder blades will eventually retract.
When she looked up again, her gaze was cold and distant; the gentleness from before had vanished completely.
Turning around, her large eyes, brimming with a powerful soul, looked at Chu Yun, smiled, and spoke clearly.
To the lovely Miss Chu, for the love at first sight you gave me.
Chu Yun blinked, and I thought, "God has already arranged for the best actress to be by your side."
Lu Liu smiled faintly, looking at the clock on the wall in the studio.
I apologize, but I must remind you both that it is 12:06 AM, January 10th.
Chapter 71
Chapter 71
Ah Heng sat in her hotel room, which cost thirty yuan a night, and only then did she realize she was hungry.
Looking around, all I had was a big coat, a suitcase, and a little over a hundred yuan that I had saved up over the past few days.
The room was simple, or rather, shabby. Besides a bed, a lamp, and a worn-out television with peeling paint, there was nothing else. Of course, what more could you expect from a basement hostel costing thirty yuan a night?
After putting down my luggage, my stomach started rumbling.
Sigh. Sure enough, food is the foundation of life; having something to eat is what matters. Thinking about relationships is too much of a brain drain.
I put on my coat, closed the door, and locked it. In the narrow, dark corridor, several drunk men were talking rapidly in a southern accent, their words foul and obscene, and the air was thick with choking smoke.
Ah Heng turned up his collar, buried his head in his coat, avoided the group of people, lowered his head, and quickly walked away from them.
As they passed by, one of the taller middle-aged men sized up Ah Heng with a rather lewd look in his eyes and spoke in broken Mandarin, "Little sister, how much for one night?"
Ah Heng turned her face away, walked past in silence, and did not say a word.
When she arrived at the front desk, the receptionist who had registered her earlier was applying lipstick in front of the mirror. Upon seeing her, her heavily made-up eyes looked away from the mirror, and she smiled – “Hey student, ignore those people. If you need money, I can introduce you to some good ones.”
Ah Heng didn't look at the man's face, gave a mumbled greeting, pushed open the glass door, and walked out.
It was still snowing outside.
Ah Heng shivered, put his hands in his pockets, pulled up his hoodie, and walked towards the small supermarket not far away, braving the snow.
I bought two packs of instant noodles in bowls. When I got to the checkout, I remembered something, turned back, grabbed a bottle of beer, and held it close to my chest, feeling a little more at ease. I glanced at the remaining piece of cream cake, which was almost expired. A pang of sadness struck me. After hesitating for a while, I picked up the plastic bag.
When I left the dormitory, I scolded myself for being reckless, but on such a snowy night, it seemed that I had no one else to rely on but myself.
She couldn't face Du Qing, or even Gu Feibai.
In the end, she still ended up being pitied and sympathized with. Gu Feibai's inability to leave her was not due to the painful separation of their relationship that she could not imagine, nor the hesitant choice between the two of them, but rather the result of an overflow of sympathy.
She could earn money to pay her tuition, support herself, and even buy beautiful clothes to stand beside him and match him, but she couldn't change the fact that a woman who had lost power was no longer worthy of his social status.
This is just reality.
She once gritted her teeth and hardened her heart, telling herself that she would never give up on this hard-won happiness.
But the happiness seen in a kaleidoscope isn't true happiness; it's just a collection of shattered glass pieces pieced together.
When I returned to the hotel, the group of men were gone, leaving behind a pile of cigarette butts.
They must be people from out of town who came to H city looking for work and are temporarily staying here.
Ah Heng breathed a sigh of relief, took off his hat, took out his keys, and was about to open the door when suddenly someone covered his mouth from behind.
Aheng broke out in a cold sweat instantly. Turning around, she heard the panting voice of a middle-aged man beside her.
"Fifty a night, do it or not?" Ah Heng shook his head vigorously.
The man let go, spat, and cursed, "Damn it, you little bitch, don't be so stubborn! I've been watching you for ages, you're just a poor student out here doing this, running around in the middle of the night. If you want to make money, don't pretend to be virtuous!"
Ah Heng struggled, trying to call for help, but couldn't make a sound. She opened her hands and tried her best to pry the other person's hands off, but the other person only tightened their grip.
Seeing that she was resisting, the man grabbed Ah Heng's hair, pushed open the door, and roughly dragged her into the house.
Aheng stumbled and fell as he was pulled along. In the darkness, his face was covered in sweat. He groped for the plastic bag in his hand, touched the narrow neck, grabbed it, and slammed it against the door.
A sharp noise startled the entire hotel.
Knowing that Ah Heng was trying to lure people over, the man became enraged, slapped her several times, threw her to the floor, and then fled in a panic.
Ah Heng leaned against the wooden table by the door, stood up, turned on the light, felt a rush of heat to her nose, and dripped a thick, red liquid.
Not far away, the sound of footsteps pattering past and a string of curses could be heard.
What's all the noise about so late at night? Are you trying to get yourself killed?
The receptionist, seeing the broken beer bottles scattered on the floor and Aheng's disheveled clothes and swollen face, raised her eyebrows slightly and mocked, "What, student girl, didn't you agree on the price?"
Ah Heng stared at her expressionlessly, blood slowly trickling from between her fingers.
The waitress, nonchalant as she swept beer bottles, spoke flippantly—"You college students, you act all high and mighty, looking down on people like us, but behind our backs, you're capable of any dirty trick. You think Jinv is dirty? Let me tell you, Jinv doesn't think you're clean either."
Ah Heng remained silent, walked to the public restroom across the street, and washed her nose.
The waitress peeked out, looked at Ah Heng, and smiled—he's got a temper. Why don't you just smash the bottle over his head?
Ah Heng said, "I don't have an ID card, I only have a temporary residence permit."
The man was taken aback.
Ah Heng continued, "So, I can't go to the police station."
The bloodstains on his hands had faded. Ah Heng looked at the clear water, his eyes stinging. He rubbed them, but no tears came out—besides, I have no money and can't afford to pay his medical bills.
The man looked at her with a hint of curiosity in his eyes and asked her, "Student, how old are you?"
Ah Heng glanced at her watch, then remembered what was in her arms. She pulled the cake out of her coat with her wet hand; the cream cake was still warm from her body.
He held it in his hands, stared at it blankly for a long time, and seemed to feel warmth. Then he turned around, looked at the person, and became serious.
She said, "In half an hour, I will be twenty years old."
I carefully opened the plastic bag, tore off half a piece—covered in thick cream—and handed it to the woman opposite me with a smile: "Here you go. My birthday cake, would you like some?"
The man was flustered as he took the cake, his face flushed slightly, as if he wasn't used to being treated this way.