Under the bright white lights, Jiang Mian's profile was delicate, her slightly pursed red lips, and her slender back seemed weighed down by something heavy.
The room was very quiet, so quiet that one could hear the faint breathing of the three of them.
After a while,
Jiang Mian slowly rose to her feet, "I'm feeling a bit sleepy; I'm going to sleep for a bit."
Luo Ting and Yangyang watched Jiang Mian, feeling a mix of emotions.
...
News articles flooded in from everywhere, but Jiang Mian did not respond at all.
Her phone messages never stopped, so Luo Ting just muted it and set it aside.
The incident attacked the young miss deeply...
The night grew darker, and thick clouds obscured the moonlight, carrying a chilly hint in the air.
The crowd at the hotel entrance hadn't dispersed yet, and two dim night lights were still on in the room.
