Instability
Long Xia took the walk of shame home.
She made her way back to her apartment in nothing but the skimpy dress she wore two nights before. She looked at herself in the reflection of the glass windows she passed by, and what she saw back was: smudged eye-makeup, tear-stained cheeks, and a woman, who was supposed to be one of the strongest warriors candidates, crying over a man she had slept with.
Yuan Bojing treated their time together as if it was something casual and careless, just like 10 years ago, because it was nothing special to him. She wasn't special.
When Long Xia arrived home, she hopped in the shower, grateful for the hot water cleansing her skin, her hair.
She finished washing and went to put on a light-blue dress. She blow-dried her hair straight and applied some light makeup. She put on some extra coverage on the parts that exposed the love bites Yuan Bojing had marked on her skin.