chapter 11 Excuse me, do I know you well?

Inside the luxurious bathroom. Linda Lin stared rigidly at herself in the mirror, she kept pulling out tissue paper to wipe it. The tissue paper in her hands was stained red. She thought of what her grandfather said, when she was 28 years old, she would fall sick. She initially thought it was just a joke, her grandfather's superstition, but now, there were still three days before her twenty-eighth birthday. "How could this be?" she murmured. She wanted to call someone. She took a step, and wanted...