No one knew her real name, because someone else was taking the wages on her behalf.
People only knew her as a flirty cleaner for many years, earning daily wages of 50 yuan a day.
She came each day with heavy smoky makeup, stooping her back, always presenting herself in the most humble and ugliest image before everyone; thus, for many years, men didn't want to take a second glance at her.
That she could protect herself wisely for so many years, was like a lotus unsoiled by the mud it grows in.
The more he inquired about her, the more he wanted to find her, the more he couldn't forget her.
The words she said, her suppressed crying occasionally echoed in his mind, tossing and turning, thinking about her obsessively...
He thought, this must be the feeling of love.
But unfortunately, he had fallen for someone whose face he didn't know, whose name he didn't know.
The only thing that could connect them was that bracelet, the Romantic Promise.
