Afraid of a Misunderstanding

In the end, Ding Jiayi wasn't even sure about how she had returned to Qiao Zijin's rented apartment. Looking at the narrow and cramped space, Ding Jiayi felt claustrophobic and short of breath. She couldn't help but grasp at her chest so much so that there was an angry red scratch mark across her chest until that suffocating feeling dissipated.

The coldest of winter had passed and the warm spring had finally arrived. In fact, summer was not that far away. But the moment Ding Jiayi thought about how Qiao Zijin had snatched her money and identity card from her while smiling, Ding Jiayi couldn't help but shiver. She could feel a chill down her spine.