When Wang Lin got out of the car, the rain had already subsided significantly outside.
The taxi had stopped at the entrance of the hotel lobby, so by the time she got out, her originally half-wet clothes were almost dry.
A familiar hotel, a familiar room, yet Wang Lin's mood felt complex and strange.
She hadn't expected, after more than a decade apart, that person would come looking for her again.
It was already pointing to 12 o'clock, yet no one had come, and Wang Lin was growing increasingly anxious.
Unable to sleep, Wang Lin simply got up, went out, and headed to the relaxation floor on the second floor for an essential oil spa.
After a massage, the place on her waist where Chi Zhenghong had kicked felt much better, and having agreed to return every few days, Wang Lin even took the masseur's business card.
Returning to her room, there were still no signs.
