"You..." Alvin was completely at a loss for words, only his shocked face was deeply hurt.
Nangong Ran, however, hadn't a clue, and said, "Though it hurts a bit, I'm willing. You have to give to receive, right? As long as I can be a star, I'll do anything. Don't you think so?"
"Is that really what you think?" After being silent for a long time, Alvin finally met her eyes, which now seemed devoid of any spirit to him.
"Yes!" Nangong Ran nodded, "I understand perfectly."
Alvin didn't say anything more.
Nangong Ran, a bit embarrassed, took a drag from her cigarette, "If you're having difficulties, let's forget it."
Alvin moved his lips, eventually asking, "Do you usually dress up like this?"
"Yep." Nangong Ran spread her hands and turned in a circle, "Any problem with that? I think it attracts more attention, isn't that good? I think it's great."
After speaking, she struck a pose that was neither delicate nor foreign—it was quite tacky and very narcissistic.
