It was a face that had grown much thinner, due to the inhuman torment of the past two days. As she lay there, her once rosy and full face had deeply sunken in, and her lips had turned a shade of pale.
The man who had just come out from the police station sat next to her hospital bed and, witnessing this scene, memories suddenly flashed in his mind of the times she relentlessly appeared by his side.
Honestly, during all this time, he never really paid much attention to her. He had heard that she had altered her appearance after pretending to be Aning and then changed back to herself, adjusting certain features to escape when he finally tracked down the Ghost.
In that sense, this face wasn't her original face either.
He recalled his time in Sweden and, pausing as he sat there, finally took out his phone and opened the email that had been sent to him long ago.
