115 Dreaming of Zhuo Jingren

Lily did not even realized when she got back to her apartment. As to how she got in? She didn't remember. All she knew was that her heart was extremely hollow.

Lily then let out a deep sigh and stared at her reflection in her bathroom mirror that revealed her state of mind: serene. It was as if she did not just help George Arison kidnap his own wife or destroy the son whom he didn't love.

And to be honest, Lily felt nothing. There was no sadness, guilt, joy or resentment. She then smiled at herself and watched as her face lit up, her eyes turning into crescents. But seeing her forced smile in the mirror somehow made her irritated. She slapped the mirror with her palm before heading to the shower.

She tried to focus on her mind on her next plans but somehow she was still disturbed by her train of thoughts earlier.

Zhuo Jingren.