She had to choose one of them, but who should she choose?
Was it the master or Enson?
Ling Momo had been zoning out for a long while, unable to decide who to choose, so she could only wear her clothes wearily and go downstairs.
She looked as listless as one could be.
As she walked along the road aimlessly, she would occasionally see couples passing by on the street and would stop to stare blankly for a while, after which the light in her eyes became even more vacant.
She didn't know how far she had walked when she felt tired and just sat down on a stone bench by the sidewalk. Close to Spring Festival, many people were conducting large giveaways, and some who passed by advertising gave Ling Momo a flyer, also attaching a beautiful rose.
Ling Momo stared at the rose for a while and then lifted her hand, starting to pluck the petals.
"Want the master, want Enson, want the master, want Enson, want the master, want Enson..."
