The next day.
Jin sat quietly in his room, only silence accompanying his resolve. His head rested back at the wall as he stared up at the ceiling. He knew what he was doing was wrong and desperate. He was practically making himself the guinea pig to force Alix's hand into doing what he wanted.
But he felt he had no other way when he had accidentally seen Wang Xia's face while returning from the washroom. She had her mask on but feeling stuffy, had slightly lowered it for a few seconds while her gaze was seemingly searching for someone.
He knew the reason behind her presence the moment he saw her. It couldn't have been a coincidence that she was there the same evening when Jin was there as well. Her frustrated and impatient gaze looked like she had been expecting somebody to be at the bar counter but wasn't.
