Approaching the washbasin, Wang Jie gazed at the familiar yet strange reflection of himself in the window, his heart a tumult of emotions. Returning to his birthplace, he realized it was no longer as it had been before.
Everything had changed too much, whether it was the people or the things from his childhood, it simply wasn't the same feeling anymore.
As Wang Jie was lost in thought, suddenly a woman staggered out of the ladies' room, lurching from side to side, barely making it to the washbasin.
She leaned on the washbasin with both hands, then abruptly dunked her head in the rushing water.
What followed was frantic rinsing and washing of her face, over and over, as if trying to vent an unsettled emotion, continuously cleansing.
From Wang Jie's angle, it was evident that the girl had thrown up and cried, and she was very upset.
Not knowing the specifics, Wang Jie didn't take much interest, and after washing his hands, he was ready to leave.
