Lover Under The Red Lights
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I have loved you wholeheartedly, I loathed you Wang Yuan Ju but I guess it wasn't enough for you to see it. What can a heartless nobleman see from a poor person like me? Nothing.
I've been there waiting for you for all this time, under the red lights wishing that I could see you again after all these years. Lowly born as myself, once you have touched and caressing, shows a nice and warm smile. Where is it? Where is the warmth that I have been waiting for? Did you replace us? I missed you, I needed you, but this ill fated string between us could never be the best option from the start. I really fell deep into my downfall. Who am I to regret it after all? I'm the one who chose this way and I should be the one who bears it. No matter how painful it could be. Love and hate, or simply obsession?
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