Jia Li hadn't cried like this since she had first broken up with Tang. At that time, it had felt as if she wouldn't be able to survive the separation. But she had. And she would survive now as well. With that thought, she got up and gulped down a glass of water. Her eyes caught her reflection in the mirror. She couldn't recognise the person who stared back. Those red rimmed eyes with a wild expression in them didn't belong to her, did they?
Berating herself for losing control in such a manner, she went to wash her face and got ready for bed. Tomorrow would be a new day. She would make sure it is.
Few hours earlier in Shanghai
