Jian Liangtong hurriedly turned around, her small face pale and covered in water droplets, her hands gripping the edge of the sink tightly.
Huo Shaojun walked in, closing the bathroom door leisurely, and locked it.
The sound of the lock clicked into Jian Liangtong's ears, as if it were a death omen.
Jian Liangtong's shoulders shrank slightly, a greater pain throbbed in her head as she lifted her chin and inhaled, trembling, "What do you want now?"
Huo Shaojun said nothing, tossing the cigarette butt onto the shiny floor and stubbed it out with his grey cotton slipper.
Such a mundane action, yet to Jian Liangtong, his foot seemed to be stepping on her fragile heart.
Jian Liangtong's arms trembled slightly as she supported herself on the sink, her eyes filled with fear, but her slightly upturned chin was full of stubbornness.
Huo Shaojun fixed his gaze on her, stepping slowly closer, two tiny reflections imprinted in his sharp, profound eyes.
