Feng Yue 《风月》 by Su Ta 苏他

“Have you ever lied?”

“Yes.”

“About what?”

“That Zhou Yan never loved Si Wen.”

I deserve love — even if the world says I don’t.

Zhou Yan has worked at Candy Nightclub in the southeastern district of Qizhou for four years now.

In her first year, she was still naive — she’d blush hearing dirty jokes.

By the second year, she’d learned a few tricks and began accepting who she was.

By the third year, she had become a premium hostess — charging 6,000 yuan per night plus overnight.

Of course, she still couldn’t quite compete with the club’s top star.

But even as she adapted to the world of smoky rooms, false intimacy, and transactional glances — her longing for love never disappeared.

Even if that love seemed like a lie.