It felt strange to Jia. The air had smelled of gritty danger until thirty minutes ago. Death loomed in every corner and even after the threat was successfully subdued, her heart hadn't stopped racing as if it was on fire. Her mind remained wired to a fight or flight response - especially when the last seconds ticked by.
But as soon as Mingshen appeared in the video call, a tiny breath of relief dared to pass through. She didn't know if he could pull it off or if failure would clasp at him too, nevertheless his presence alone - though miles away - gave her a much needed strength. At the same time, fear gnawed at her heart as well.
The future was uncertain. If everything failed, would Mingshen watch Jia burn away in the most miserable way possible? With her body being shred into smithereens?
As a cop, her heart and mind had been forged into steel long ago.
Duty. Danger. Sacrifice.
