The End of Da Xia

"What did you do?" Qing Chen asked as they both eyed Da Xia while she was slumped over the granite counter of the bar. There was humor in his tone.

"I took shots of tea…" she answered and pointed to Da Xia. "She took shots of tequila."

Qing Chen's eyebrows shot upwards. "You're kidding right?"

"It only cost me a few dollars with the bartender." She shrugged and watched as Da Xia tried to find her footing. A fourth of Feng Xuan's heart wished she never had to do this. But she was not going to let her stay in this city anymore.

Feng Xuan was aware of the people looking at Da Xia but the latter seemed like she was too focused not to drop on the floor to notice the people who were staring and pointing at her.

Well, in this society, instead of helping, people feed on another's humiliation. It made them feel better about themselves.