In the restroom, Fu You'an splashed cold water on her face.
After carefully patting her skin dry and replacing her acne patch, she stood staring into the mirror. A fire was burning in her chest, though she couldn’t say where it had ignited. Even now, she could still feel the phantom sensation of the hand that had held hers—as if her skin had been scorched, and no amount of rubbing could soothe the sting.
She held the silver chain in her palm, droplets of water clinging to it. Looking closely at the design, the intricate workmanship clearly suggested a hefty price tag.
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