Song Qingchun's fingers started to shake on top of the counter.
Her guess was correct; someone had induced a temporary memory lapse in her. Over the past two years, it was not that she hadn't had episodes where she had cried her heart out before, but there was no incident of memory loss. In fact, after she wiped away her tears, a number of times, she had been confused about why it had happened… but now it had returned.
Whenever she cried, she did it in the privacy of her own room, but today, her emotions had gotten the better of her in a public situation. This was a perfect opportunity because if someone did appear… no, someone had to have appeared because even the wound of her forehead had been cleaned.
Song Qingchun's heart slowed for a beat before she turned back around and stalked about to her booth.
She looked around her and asked the night-club goers in the booth to her left, "Did someone join me in this booth just now?"