The village chief's daughter woke up the next morning, a bewitching red as far as the eye could see, and she was lying on a soft bed, wrapped in a cascading gauze tent.

Sitting up a little weakly, she lifted the red veil and found herself in a room of opulence and refinement.

The incense burner was burning with curling white smoke, and her nose was filled with the smell of acacia flowers.

The door to the room was pushed open, and a girl of eleven or twelve years old walked in, saw that she was awake, and hurried over to check.

She was stunned when she saw that her hand was being held, white and clean.

Hurriedly pushing away the girl in front of her, she rushed to the bronze mirror of the washstand, and sure enough, her face was also thoroughly cleaned, and the face in the mirror was as beautiful as a joy.

She looked at the girl in horror and began to look for a way to escape.

The girl shouted, and the door was pushed open again, and an older woman with heavy makeup walked in with several fierce-looking men.

She only felt that her legs were weak, and she couldn't help but slip to the ground.

She already knew where she was, and he had told her the story of the place, which he had said was a place where fallen women gathered.

The old bustard in his forties still has charm, and he wanted to give the newcomer a dismount, but when he saw her like this, he felt sympathy.

The old bustard sighed and persuaded her: Your life was saved by me, from now on you will be my daughter, as long as you are obedient, your mother will not treat you badly, at least, you will never faint on the street hungry again.

The bustard stroked her hair, and her gentle movements reminded her of her mother, thousands of miles away.

The bustard asked her name.

She replied with red eyes: My name is Bai Hehuan.

The old bustard smiled and said: From now on, my red-sleeved building has an extra peerless oiran called Hehuan.

Although she was soft, she didn't want to run away all the time. The hateful thing is that her body is too weak, and the old bustard sent people to keep an eye on her, leaving her no chance at all.

She retrieved her parcel from the bustard, which contained nothing but a bronze mirror the size of her palm.

At night, she fell asleep with a bronze mirror, and her pillow was wet with tears.

After a month of recuperation, her body was fully recovered, and a month was enough time for a lot to happen.

The bustard found her voice clearer than that of the oriole, and immediately looked for someone to teach her the most up-to-date tunes at the moment.

Her affair was soon deliberately dispersed by the old bustard, and the acacia in the red-sleeved building was a smash hit in the national capital of Nuoda, and it was popular in the circle of high-class nobles.

When she was well, she moved around more, and in conversations with other people, she quietly learned the name of the current champion.

He finally succeeded.

She was happy for him, but she was also sad that she couldn't send a word of congratulations to him as soon as she was around.

When she calmed down, she suddenly thought that he was now a powerful person, and if he knew that the acacia in the Red Sleeve Building was her, he would definitely have the ability to save her.

Therefore, she agreed to the performance mentioned by the bustard three days later.

The three days were really fleeting, and when the night came, she slowly emerged from the backstage with the support of the maid.

The crowd full of people in the audience lost their words the moment they saw her appear under the pillar of light.

In the silence, she slowly opened her eyes, her eyes searched for the seats in the front row of the audience, and smiled as she saw the familiar face.

The audience suddenly gasped, and even he looked at her with demented eyes, there was obsession and amazement, but there was no surprise she wanted.

She was not surprised, after all, she was very strange even to herself, and she smiled and sang the song that the old bustard had chosen for her, thinking that if it was a voice, he would definitely recognize her.

She sang very earnestly, her eyes never leaving his countenance, and her eyes were full of anticipation.

At the end of the song, it was not until a long time before the applause of the people in the hall came to their senses, and the men exclaimed in amazement at her beauty and singing voice, but she gradually lost her smile.

It was only because he regained his indifferent expression and told her that he did not recognize her.

She stood alone in the center of the stage, her pink gauze skirt like a acacia falling to the ground, her face pale, her lips trembling as if she was saying something.

Her voice was drowned out by the noise, and more and more people wanted to flock to the stage and go crazy for her beauty.

Suddenly, she moved, her bright pink skirt and long black hair flying up behind her, running as hard as she could, in his direction.

However, he did not recognize her, and even though she cried out to him with tears, he only smiled slightly at the laughter of the companions around him, and turned away without any nostalgia.

The second time, he left her, completely destroying her already scarred heart.

The body that was running desperately was pulled back by the people of the old bustard faction, but she was like a puppet who had lost her soul, and she kept muttering with her empty eyes.

Xiao Lang, how can you forget me, how can you forget me・・・・・・