Meanwhile, back in the hotel —
Dressed up in the fresh clothes, Zenith stared at herself in the mirror. She didn't know why, but Ryan's words were hurting her more than they should. It was still echoing in her ears as though trying to make her realize that she could never make up to his line of sight.
Not even in the most vulnerable state.
"Why are you sad?" she asked herself, looking in the reflection of the mirror. "Isn't it good that nothing happened last night? You didn't cause the trouble you thought you caused him."
To her, it should be a relief, but it wasn't. Instead, it was making her feel worse inside. And she doesn't know why.
She closed her eyes, rubbing her face and eyes to wipe away whatever she was feeling. But it was just settled deep within her, along with his words that said:
I didn't touch you even when you begged me to.
