He would come once or twice a week, often bringing different men, and from their conversations, I knew that they were all his business partners, and each time in the same box, and my peers who came to serve the men were often exchanged, but I was never changed, and I was always by his side.

Although he still rarely talks to me, most of the time I am quiet with him, but my heart is happy, I know that I am different in his heart, he likes me is not my quiet.

Although sometimes I want to guess boxing, play games, drink and be coquettish like other girls, but for him, I willingly do what he likes.

Every time before leaving, he would leave a few pieces of money, but what he didn't know was that even if he didn't give money, I would be willing to stay with him like this.

Later, one time, he was drunk, that was the first time I saw him drunk, usually even if he drank, he controlled it very well, but that day he was in a bad mood, I could see it, but I didn't dare to ask him.

After so many times of getting along, I don't know anything about him except his name, I don't know where his family is, what he does, whether he is married or not.

There was a guest room upstairs in the nightclub, and I took him to a room when I was drunk.

I should have left after settling him down, and if I had left at that time, maybe there would have been no later story, but at that time I was already carried away by love, and I forgot what my peers had told me, never be emotional to men who come to nightclubs, and in our industry, you can have anything, but don't expect true love.

But this man has made me lose my mind, I thought he was different, he was different to me.

I stayed, and that night, I gave him my first time, and I did it willingly, regardless of my profession.

It was that night that I heard Zhang Yiru's name for the first time.

When I heard the words "Yiru" coming out of his mouth, I was being crushed under him, bearing his blows again and again, my eyes were full of tears, but I knew that I was not crying because of physical pain, because my heart was many times more painful than mine.

I gave him my body, but his heart belonged to another woman.

The next day, he didn't say anything, just left more money than usual, and then left without looking back.

I waited for him as usual, but he never came, a week, two weeks, until a month.

I became the laughing stock of almost all my peers in the nightclub, and the maître d't got impatient at all, and she was already preparing to put me in another job.

That time was the first dark time in my life after I met him, looking forward to it day by day, disappointed day by day, and finally turned into despair day by day.

I began to think that the advice of the fellows was right, that I was too stupid, and that just as I was about to accept the reality, something more desperate than despair came.

I'm pregnant.

I don't know how to describe my feelings when I knew this, I was pregnant with a boy whose name I didn't know anything else, and who had sex with me and never came again.

There is no way for a person like us who has nothing, living at the bottom of society, doing shady work, to raise a fatherless child on his own.