"...Impossible!" Jin Jumo struggled to spit out a few words.
Rong Mochen gripped her chin more fiercely, pressing down with his thin lips, like a sharp blade hanging over her trembling lips.
In less than thirty seconds, the elevator stopped at the fifth floor.
Rong Mochen kept watching Jin Jumo, observing her drastic emotional shift in such a short time.
From uncontrollable intense resistance to a calm demeanor as if nothing had happened, the contrast was enormous.
Jin Jumo glanced at her reflection on the elevator wall, noting nothing unusual aside from a hint of fatigue, then stepped out of the elevator and headed toward the apartment.
Jin Jumo wore a large down jacket, and her pants were still the oversized hospital gown.
But she was too thin, making the large clothes look even bigger on her, accentuating her petite and slender figure.
Rong Mochen furrowed his brow even tighter, stepping out with his long legs to follow her.
