82. An umbrella beneath you, because it's cold
"And never you come back here to bother me ever again!"
Mrs. Jin snapped as she tossed YiMing out of the house.
YiMing staggered out of the room, keeping her balance. She stood there, a distance from the house as she turned to look at Mrs. Jin.
"Get lost!" Mrs. Jin snapped as she slammed the door close.
YiMing slowly blinked. She stood there in the cold and chilly night as she looked at the Closed door with her fixed attention.
She stared at it as though it was going to Open if she kept staring. She was just speechless.
She never in a thousand years anticipated that something like this would happen. It came out of m. She never saw this coming.
And now that it had happened so quickly, YiMing was simply short of words.
On a more important note, YiMing's thought was now entirely on another scenario. What she had seen not long ago.
It was a vision, it was a dark death vision.