Five minutes after Daisy Zane left, Joseph Johnson slowly got up from the ground and sat down on a chair nearby.
His whole body seemed to have lost its soul, he could not feel the pain.
His mind was full of what he saw on Daisy Zane's cellphone—page after page, each like a knife hanging over his neck.
A few minutes later, the door of the changing room was pushed open.
Joseph Johnson, as if by reflex, felt his heart jump to his throat, breaking out into a cold sweat.
But when he saw that it was Clarissa Mason at the entrance, he breathed a sigh of relief, yet his anger flared up, yelling, "Where the hell have you been! You told me to come here to find you! Where have you been!"
Clarissa Mason, trembling from being yelled at, shrugged with a small voice, "I, I came here to wait for you. I even cleared the area. But, but I suddenly had stomach pains, so I went to the restroom first. I, I sent you a message, but when I clicked send, it didn't send."
"Worthless!"
