In the women's restroom, Xia Siyu was washing her face with the faucet running.
The cool water splashed on her face, and as she looked up, she saw herself in the mirror.
The necklace around her neck was still sparkling, and when she opened the pendant, the photograph inside was clear to see.
In fact, she didn't completely resemble her mother. Her mother was sharper, smarter, more talented, and more resolute. She wouldn't stop until she achieved her goals.
If she couldn't complete the original plan, she'd rather self-destruct along with it.
She still remembered being forced by her mother to learn dancing when she was little; if she didn't meet the standard, she would be required to practice over and over again, without meals or rest. If she dared to slack off, her mother wouldn't get angry; she'd just throw her out the door and lock it.
No matter how much she knocked from outside, the door would never open.
