Meanwhile, in the bedroom on the second floor.
Qin Yiren walked lost into the bathroom, standing at the sink and turned on the tap, scooping cold water to wash her face.
Raising her gaze to look at herself in the mirror, cold beads of water slid down her cheeks to her collarbone, making her shiver slightly, but she couldn't snap out of it.
Ever since waking up crying from a dream an hour ago, her emotions have been off.
Not just the uncontrollable feelings due to pregnancy, but something more... indescribable.
The warm light illuminated her gentle and beautiful face, her eyes in the mirror looked deep, as if seeing another completely unfamiliar self...
"Miss Qin?"
The rhythmic knocking on the door brought her back to her senses, Qin Yiren splashed more cold water on her face, unable to understand what was happening to her.
She's an atheist, not really believing in those soul-related theories, the type who can get excited watching horror films.
