Inside the subway station.
Luo Xiaoqian ran into the carriage, gasping for breath.
Thankfully, she made it. Any later and she'd be caught in the after-work rush hour. Beijing's notorious traffic jams were something she certainly didn't want to experience crammed in a subway like a flattened photograph.
Finding an empty seat, Luo Xiaoqian finally caught her breath, but her empty stomach began to ache disconcertingly.
After a night of tossing and turning, she awoke and dashed to the audition site. She had barely had time to shower upon returning home before Leng Zimo summoned her. Considering it all, she hadn't eaten a bite the entire day.
Years of irregular meals had already scarred her stomach, which could hardly stand such abuse.
She wrapped her arms around herself and frowned, curling up into a ball.
By the time she left the subway and walked home with her stomach in pain, it was already six in the evening.
