Coral Island...
It has been exactly one month since Qiao Shan disappeared.
Summer is approaching, and it's been persistently raining these days, filling the air with an oppressive melancholy.
Du Feifei sat in front of the dressing table, feeling a bit troubled after finishing a phone call, she tossed the phone onto the dressing table.
Then, she continued to look into the mirror, staring at the face in the mirror, her heart still filled with intense repulsion.
After a long while, a voice sounded at the door, "Miss, the masseuse has arrived."
"Let her in!"
Du Feifei got up and changed into a massage robe.
The masseuse, wearing a pink gown and a mask, walked in and bowed to her politely.
"Please lie down flat, Miss Du."
She lay on the sofa without any expression.
The masseuse lit an incense stick and turned on the steam nozzle. As the air filled with a faint lavender scent, she began to massage.
"Miss Du, which part do you feel is more tense?"
