Space out
Standing in front of the large mirror, Shi Lian looks at her reflection and not feeling happy about it.
The fingers she runs through her hair tell her not to worry. But she cannot help but think or overthink.
She is careful not to look at Zichen's message again. She should be at ease knowing he is at least fine but she can not shakes this uneasy feeling. In this past 12 hours, he has only sent her a text, a single text! It said he is fine and he will call her later.
It gave her the cold vibe as if he is trying to ignore or something.
But her heart wasn't quite as calm as she thought it would be. She tried telling herself that he is busy and she should stop worrying about him too much. But it wasn't satisfying.
She gets dressed in a simple black dress, her hair falling in loose curls. She puts on lipstick, barely caring how she looks, and grabbing her purse and phone, she heads downstairs and out of the house.