Jia was flipping over pages of her case file in silence, calmly sipping onto her coffee - or at least that was what she thought how time would pass only if a certain intense, boring, piercing pair of ink black eyes didn't hamper her concentration. She tried to avoid it to the best of her abilities but it was as if the devil had taken a pledge to become a roadblock for her.
He is definitely mad at me, isn't he?
She did blame herself for ruining Mingshen's mood, especially just a day before his birthday. Yet at the same time, her own words had shaken a realization within her.
I should probably move out…
Her grip on the pen tightened slightly. A question hovered in her mind. Staying in the Yang mansion and her regular therapy sessions had been a ray of light in her dark world -
But was she ready to step back into her home?
