AS Shen Ji Yun was in the middle of his dramatic performance, a soft groan suddenly pierced the room's tense atmosphere. Mrs. Winslow, who had been lying pale and still on the bed, began to stir. Her eyelids fluttered open, revealing a pair of glassy, unfocused eyes. The unexpected movement froze Shen Ji Yun mid-sentence, his usually steady demeanor momentarily faltering.
For a brief second, silence reigned, save for the faint creak of the train wheels against the tracks outside the window. Then, as if a switch had been flipped, Shen Ji Yun swiftly regained his composure. His features lighting up in what he hoped was a convincing display of excitement.
"Jane!" Shen Ji Yun exclaimed, his voice trembling with a mix of relief and emotion, perfectly in character. He leaned closer, his hand lightly brushing against hers as if to anchor her to reality. "You're awake... I was so afraid I'd lost you."
