Chapter 14

Aaliyah continued to live her life as usual, but only her assistant noticed that her eyes were becoming increasingly vacant, as if she were a walking dead. “Miss Bailey, you don't seem to be doing well lately. Would you like to see a psychologist?” the assistant asked cautiously. Aaliyah gave him a cold look and replied impatiently, “I'm fine. I don't need to.” The assistant opened his mouth to say something else, but Aaliyah had already turned and walked away, leaving only a cold, indifferent silhouette. The wedding preparations grew increasingly hectic, but Aaliyah grew increasingly silent. Until one night a week before the wedding, she was drunk, sitting alone in the corner of a bar, holding a glass of strong liquor, her eyes vacant as she stared ahead. Just then, a figure in a casual suit approached and sat down beside her. He carried a faint scent of perfume, and his fingers gently touched her cheek. “Aaliyah, why are you drinking so much alone?” His voice was gentle and famil