The time spent waiting for news about Gong Beiming in the hospital felt like an eternity, with each second dragging by particularly slowly.
Standing in front of the window, she could still feel that suffocating heaviness pressing down on her.
Gong Beiming's phone was on the desk, still perfectly functional.
Her fingers swiped open the screen and opened the photo gallery, which surprisingly, retained many of her own pictures...
A few were from her runway walk at the Youth Cup and the photos of her winning an award.
There were also some of her cooking in the Ginza Apartment, and others were of her daily life at Golden Villa, looking disheveled while brushing her hair, her crude appearance as she deeply slept on the bed, and the details from the last time she secretly changed her dress in the changing room—All had been secretly taken by him.
This man, how bored must he have been to enjoy secretly taking pictures of her like this.