Alcohol made her mind dull, and a mess of thoughts swirled in her head.
The glory of her debut, the tragic fall from grace overnight, fleeing the country like a stray dog, and then working as a hostess in a private club.
She indeed had her moments of glory at that club, but as new faces arrived, she, an old-timer, gradually became less requested and could only return to her country dejectedly, seeking refuge with Luke Moore.
She had attempted a comeback, but aside from participating in some late-night shows, no decent entertainment programs wanted her due to the shadow Trenton Smith cast over her, destroying what she cherished most and plunging her into this endless hell.
What's more ridiculous was that she had to cling to his coattails in order to barely survive.
When she woke up the next day, it was already afternoon.
She lay on her bed for a while in a daze, watching the sun setting, then she sat up.
She brushed her teeth and then went downstairs to eat something.
