Ali's so-called "just let others talk" was actually not so carefree.
She bought some fruit and two dresses for her sister before returning to the town.
Leaving the venue at Haohan Peak, she deliberately dressed more plainly, and from a distance, she looked no different from an average college student.
She suddenly remembered who once said that prostitutes dress like college students, and college students dress like prostitutes, which is really not untrue.
She walked into her somewhat old apartment building, where residents rarely closed their doors when at home, and everyone had lived there for decades, so they knew each other well. As Ali went upstairs, old ladies at the open doors greeted her.
Ali always gave a slight smile, not too enthusiastic nor indifferent.
She knew that these old ladies, who seemed very friendly on the surface, had already described her behind her back as if she was beyond redemption.
