The television was broadcasting a news report, which was about a suicide attempt at the Fifth High-level People's Hospital this afternoon.
Qiao Mo stared at the television screen, the camera constantly focused on a woman at the edge of the rooftop. The woman was very thin, just a silhouette, but the angle of the camera was slightly different earlier. It initially captured her from the side, allowing Qiao Mo to catch a glimpse of the woman's profile for an instant.
But she seemed to sense the cameraman was too close, angrily shouted at him to step back.
This was why the camera could only capture her from behind.
Qiao Mo's gaze was fixed on the woman because for that brief moment, the camera swayed, yet inexplicably she felt that woman... resembled her somewhat.
Or, more accurately, resembled her seventy to eighty percent.
The hand holding the remote unconsciously clenched tighter, Qiao Mo kept waiting for her to turn around.
