The light in the bathroom was somewhat dim and not bright at all.
The decor leaned towards an ancient style, perhaps the lighting was intended to be dimmer, making the already oppressive emotions even more somber.
Song Yi braced herself on the sink, dry heaving, but nothing came out.
She even felt a bit dizzy, clutching her chest, she raised her eyes to look at her reflection in the mirror.
Because she had applied light makeup, her appearance was still decent, though the emotions on her face were a bit unsightly.
She turned on the faucet, splashed her face with cold water to refresh herself, and touched up her makeup.
Once she had regained her original appearance, she returned to the booth.
On usual occasions when feeling unwell, she would choose to leave and go home directly.
But now she couldn't.
