Chu Jin's voice, though faint, was filled with penetrating power that resonated with each word.
The caregiver had been working in Capital City for years, her husband had passed away a long time ago, and her son would occasionally visit the rental room to check up on her. On most days, she lived there alone—where would a third person come from?
Yet, recently, she had felt that something about the rental room was not quite right.
Moreover, the wrist Chu Jin held sent waves of coolness, invigorating and refreshing, as if to clear the mind, dispelling the clouds of gloom that shrouded her heart, seemingly vanishing in an instant. She felt as though she had been given a new lease on life.
But how did Chu Jin discern this?