Annie, a 26-year-old working woman, ends up pregnant after a one-night stand following a breakup and work event. Despite advice to terminate the pregnancy and not knowing the identity of the father, she chooses to keep the baby. Annie attempts to fi...
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Annie, at the age of 26, was already an accomplished stenographer. Amidst the constant arguments with her boyfriend, their relationship finally came to an end. Three years have passed, and while people were still debating the morality of having a child from a one-night stand, Annie's child peacefully entered their third year of life.
On that fateful day three years ago, Annie, after a busy day's work and a breakup with her boyfriend, found herself at an out-of-town event. Following the event, she was invited for dinner by the organizers. Considering herself adept at handling alcohol, she decided to indulge.
Everyone at the dinner table seemed anything but ordinary, each adorned with a societal label. Having navigated through the quirks of life for so long, Annie was unfazed. As the saying goes, either change or adapt, and she chose the latter.
After dinner, someone offered to escort her back to the hotel. Grateful at the entrance, she stood upright one moment and, as soon as she entered the elevator, her head began to feel heavy and hazy. Leaning gently against the elevator wall, all she wanted was to get back to her room and have a good night's sleep.
In front of her stood a young couple, holding hands and engaged in a hushed conversation. Judging by their excited expressions, they were probably discussing plans for the next day. Annie glanced at them briefly before closing her eyes. She had been young once, she said, emphasizing the word "once."
Now, her high-intensity job left her with barely a moment to catch her breath, let alone entertain other thoughts. She admitted she was never a woman who sought stability and routine. Her desires were never hidden.
The elevator reached the top floor, and only after everyone else had left did Annie realize she forgot to press the button. She chuckled to herself, took a step forward to press it, and in the confined space of the elevator, her head spun even more.
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On that night, like countless others, the darkness was profound yet filled with an enticing allure. However, the clichéd scene of entering the wrong room unfolded unexpectedly in Annie's life. She had always thought such incidents were purely products of fiction, but when the door opened from the inside, she realized that reality indeed inspired dramas.
A man in pajamas, a white towel hanging around his neck, reluctantly opened the door. He absentmindedly wiped his still-dripping hair and asked, "Who's there?" Glancing at Annie, he impatiently added, "You've got the wrong room," and instinctively moved to close the door.
"Oh, sorry," Annie pouted and continued navigating the maze-like corridor in search of her room. After a few turns, she found herself back at the same door. Persistent and unaware, she kept using her room card to open the door.
For the second time, the door opened from the inside. The man's hair was now dry, and his semi-long bangs looked exceptionally smooth. He scrutinized Annie with a refined gaze, unable to fathom her intentions.
