Until Su Li got up and left, MOKA finally let out a long sigh of relief.
She realized her body was drenched in cold sweat at some point, soaking her clothes and making them stick tightly to her back.
The dizziness from drinking had been instantly sobered by Su Li’s terrifying expression just now.
Even now, MOKA still couldn’t recover from the shock.
She had originally thought Su Li was just a lowly person hired to provide her with services.
Someone like her fans, a tool with only some utilitarian value.
A dog she could summon and dismiss at will.
But she hadn’t expected that a dog’s bite could be so frightening.
MOKA felt a lingering fear, but soon snapped back to her senses.
Only then did she remember that she seemed to have forgotten something important.
Lyrics!
The lyrics she had written on Su Li’s back.
At the time, she had only glanced at them hurriedly and didn’t expect Su Li to suddenly lose her temper right after.
Now, not only did she have no money, but she hadn’t recorded the lyrics either.
MOKA stared at the cell phone on her table, clenching her fists tightly, but in the end, she still didn’t have the courage to call Su Li back.
Su Li’s expression just now was simply too terrifying.
She was a little scared.
Even now, her cheeks still burned with a stinging pain.
MOKA couldn’t understand.
Why did Su Li, who looked so delicate and frail, end up being someone she couldn’t do anything against?
The floor was already a complete mess.
Usually, she would never make such a mess.
She didn’t know what had gotten into her today.
Was it because she was drunk?
MOKA looked at the shards of glass scattered all over the floor, thinking to herself.
She was usually the best at controlling her emotions.
Even when those disgusting fans left greasy messages for her, she could restrain the urge to curse them out and reply patiently.
But now, she had lost her temper all because of Su Li’s service.
MOKA didn’t know why.
Maybe it was the aftereffects of sobering up, she rubbed her aching head and felt extremely uncomfortable.
Or maybe, when Su Li handed her the cell phone just now and asked her to transfer money, she accidentally touched the volume button, so now the cell phone kept vibrating and making noises, which made her even more annoyed.
She didn’t have to think to know it was the agent urging her for new work again.
MOKA slumped in the middle of the broken glass, feeling unbearably irritable inside.
She looked at the beer bottles lying haphazardly on the floor, and felt a strong urge to smash them all to pieces.
But thinking about the already chaotic state of reality, MOKA could only take deep breaths to calm herself down.
Her fingers gripped her messy hair tightly.
Staring at the door where Su Li had disappeared, she suddenly went mad, scratching the floor with her nails until her nail beds were packed with broken glass, but she didn’t care about the pain.
That was the inspiration she’d finally burst out with, the melody that could make her explode in popularity!
Gone!
All gone!
Everything was gone!
MOKA suddenly lunged toward the tea table, grabbed a beer bottle, and smashed it against the wall.
As the liquor and shards of glass splattered across her face, she suddenly remembered the five-line staff written in blood on Su Li’s back.
She had already figured out the tune of the chorus climax, but now it was all blank.
That was her painstaking effort!
Her painstaking effort!
Now it was all gone!
All gone!
It was all…
MOKA wanted to blame it all on Su Li, but recalling the terrifying look Su Li gave her, she finally swallowed down her impulsive anger.
Her hands trembling, she picked up the cell phone, trying to find the recording from after Su Li came in.
But after listening to it, she found that apart from her own voice, Su Li’s voice was barely there at all.
She had no way of figuring out the song she had created from this recording.
“Damn it!”
MOKA punched the sofa, and the genuine leather surface immediately dented.
“When I was pouring alcohol on Su Li just now, why didn’t I think to take a picture?”
MOKA muttered irritably, and now her mind was filled only with the faint thumping of her heart, but that sound gave her no inspiration at all.
The more desperately she tried to remember, the blurrier it became.
MOKA grabbed the whiskey from the tea table and took a long swig, the liquor running down her chin and soaking her collar.
But even then, she still couldn’t recall her creative process.
So she simply poured the alcohol over her head.
As her throat burned, MOKA seemed to see, in a daze, the beads of blood on Su Li’s back slowly running down her palm, each drop hitting the ground like a musical note.
But when she reached out to catch them, all she got was a handful of icy liquor…
MOKA leaned back, staring at the snow-white ceiling, her heart full of regret.
The cell phone kept vibrating in her ear, and she didn’t know if it was annoying fans sending her private messages, or the annoying agent urging her for a new song again; either way, it was all driving her crazy.
MOKA felt her heart pounding. In the end, she still picked up the cell phone and opened her chat with Su Li.
She grabbed an ice cube and shoved it into her mouth, crunching it violently, the crushed ice mixed with whiskey sliding down her throat.
As if to cheer herself on, after swallowing, she started typing messages to Su Li.
She had already typed “I’m sorry” seven times.
The first time, it was a complete sentence; the second time, she deleted the exclamation mark; the third time, she changed it to an emoji; by the fourth time, each character flashed separately in the chat box.
In the end, they were all replaced with gibberish, the blinking cursor’s rhythm matching the throbbing pain in her temple.
She still couldn’t bring herself to apologize to Su Li.
Apologize?
For what?
She wasn’t the one at fault!
She’d already paid!
Why should she apologize?
Su Li should be the one to apologize!
Two hundred thousand!
That was two hundred thousand!
Why should she apologize?
She’d already paid, but what about Su Li?
She took the money and ran, leaving nothing behind!
The more MOKA thought about it, the more aggrieved she felt.
“So annoying!”
“Damn stupid idiot!”
“They’re all idiots!”
“A whole bunch of idiots!”
She suddenly grabbed the cell phone and threw it against the wall.
The tempered glass shattered like a spiderweb, and in that instant, MOKA ran barefoot to retrieve it.
Even kneeling on the glass shards didn’t register; she stabbed her index finger into the broken screen again and again, zooming in on the transfer record until the numbers blurred.
Two hundred thousand. Wasn’t that enough to buy the skin off Su Li’s back?
Bitch!
MOKA thought furiously, grabbing a bottle and smashing it on the ground again and again.
It wasn’t until knocking came from not far away that she finally calmed down a bit.
“Who is it?”
MOKA looked at the chaotic mess on the floor, patted her face, trying to make herself look less hideous.
She was an idol, a genius composer!
She couldn’t let anyone see her like this!
But…
Who could it be, knocking at the door right now?