Yang Jiang carefully settled herself in front of the vanity mirror ready for the makeup artist to do her job. Yang Jiang closed her eyes to allow the make-up artist access to her face and couldn't help but think about the past.
The past that seemed endless, the past that seemed full of sorrow, loneliness, sadness, and heartbreak. It was a past without family, no younger brother who could joke with her, no younger brother who could hug and comfort her. There was a time when thinking brought nothing but a little bitterness to one's mouth. A past that she thought she would never get herself rid of, one that she thought would follow her for the rest of her life. This past gave her no peace of mind nor of soul, one that broke her not only inside but also physically, one that made her mentally tired!
