Tan Liansi sits down beside Ye Fang on the cot. "Meimei can tell us if something is happening."
Yao Shen has never seen Tan Liansi be so solicitous, or her voice sound so mellow outside of her "cute girl-next-door" public persona.
Ye Fang nods, her gaze vacant. "I've been hearing voices," she says. "It sounds like someone calling out a name."
"Whose name?"
Her eyebrows knit in concentration as she tries to recall. "It sounds like, 'Jia Hao', but the voice is very faint, distant...It could be something else."
It's not something else, but Yao Shen schools his features into a mask of neutrality. "And where did you hear this?"
"Sometimes in my bedroom, sometimes when I'm walking the halls of the hotel, sometimes even on set at night." A powerful shiver goes through her thin frame and she wraps her arms around herself. "It's why I've asked jiejie if she would let me stay with her."
