She felt Jin's words like a pair of powerful slaps across her face, resounding and crisp.
She is so good... God knows, she is not good at all, she is just a mess... from head to toe, inside and out, she is filthy.
...
Generally, for dinner, Jing Haohao would keep Jin company, eating in the food court beneath the shopping mall.
The small town's mall would close promptly at six in the evening. Jin hurriedly changed her clothes, rushed out, and shoved Jing Haohao to go change hers.
After waiting for five minutes, Jin stood outside the storage room and knocked on the door, calling "Haohao, are you ready yet?"
There was no sound from inside.
Jin pushed the door. It was not locked and she easily nudged it open. She saw Jing Haohao standing inside, staring fixedly at the storage room's wall, her gaze vacant. She looked extremely pale, devoid of any color, as if she might faint any minute now.
