When the television station's spotlights flared to life, Xia Ziwei instinctively shrank behind me. She was wearing that modified lotus-pink cheongsam embroidered with plum blossoms, and her hair was pinned only with a single white jade hairpin—the one I bought her with my very first month's share of the bar's profits.
"Don't be afraid," I squeezed her palm. "Just pretend we're admiring flowers in the Imperial Garden."
The host, Lin Yue, smiled and handed over the microphone. "Miss Ziwei, our viewers are all very curious, who did you learn your classical etiquette from?"
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