Finally, Ye Chen could only carry Li Ruo out from the Weisheng Club. Li Ruo reeked of alcohol, her cheeks flushed red like two ruddy apples. Ye Chen shook his head helplessly and said, "Why must you be so foolish, dear?"
"For money!" Li Ruo slowly opened her eyes, filled with sorrow. She lay comfortably in Ye Chen's arms, her head gently resting on his shoulder, and then she sighed, "If it weren't for that project in the Northern City District, I wouldn't have sold my charm. Ah..."
Ye Chen immediately fell silent; indeed, he had to be. Facing the woman he loved selling her charm to raise funds, and being unable to help her in any way, deeply stung Ye Chen's nerves. As a man with amnesia, as a man almost a pauper, how could he assist Li Ruo? Ye Chen felt strong in spirit but weak in capacity.
"What can I help you with?" Ye Chen's dark, clear eyes earnestly gazed at Li Ruo.