When Jin Jumo picked up the phone to call Jian Liangtong, who was far away in the UK, there was a lot of noise, as if she was on a set.
"Ju Zi, it must be very late there for you, why are you calling me now?" Jian Liangtong's puzzled voice came through the line.
"Am I disturbing you?" Jin Jumo's voice was a bit hoarse.
"...What's wrong with your voice? Have you been crying?" Jian Liangtong instantly noticed, her tone becoming nervous.
"No, I just have a bit of a cold." Jin Jumo replied.
Jian Liangtong was silent, then after a while, she asked, "What's going on? You know you can't fool me."
Jin Jumo sat at the vanity, looking at the woman in the mirror with swollen, red eyes; she could hardly recognize herself.
She felt a deep-seated panic and fear.
At twenty-four years old, Jin Jumo never imagined that one day she would become the type of person she had always avoided.
In her belief, as long as her heart was her own, no harm could befall her.
