Seeing this, Sasha immediately tiptoed to open the door and swapped Quinn, who had been waiting outside, into the room.
She didn't understand why this unnecessary step was needed.
Maybe it was for the ambiance.
Hearing the ambiguous sounds of the man she once deeply loved with another woman just a wall away, Sasha felt a mix of emotions in her heart. Just as she was about to leave, Juno's voice questioning her came from inside.
"Why are you here?"
He opened the door and the anger in his eyes seemed as if it would devour Sasha.
"Good. Very good!"
He looked so angry, so disappointed, as if he had loved her. But Sasha knew that was impossible. If he truly loved her, how could he repeatedly hurt her so deeply?
Juno stormed off in anger and Quinn hurriedly chased after him.
As for Sasha, she had completed the task Quinn had assigned to her. In seven days, she would be able to leave.
After that, everything became calm.
Sasha's fever had subsided and she spent her days working and returning to the dormitory in a steady routine.
The New Year wasn't over yet. The colorful lamps and Spring Festival couplets were hanging everywhere. Workers gradually returned and the factory became increasingly lively.
Soon, it was the ninth day of the New Year.
Sasha touched the referral letter in her pocket. Tomorrow, she could finally go home.
But after work, Quinn stopped her.
"Come to the office. These files need to be sorted."
Sasha didn’t want to cause any unnecessary trouble, so she worked overtime. By the time she finished organizing everything, it was past nine o'clock.
Quinn then said, "Go to the shop across the factory and buy me a bottle of orange soda.”
Compared to previous difficulties, running an errand like this was nothing.
Sasha had just exited the factory gates when she heard someone calling Quinn's name. Without turning around, she crossed the street, but to her surprise, the man grabbed her.
"Quinn, why didn’t you respond when I called you?"
Sasha turned her head, her eyes wide with surprise.
It was the man who had intentionally spilled wine on her chest that day.
The man simply murmured, "Oh, I called the wrong person.” And then he walked away.
A sense of unease crept over Sasha and her instincts told her something was off. She immediately turned around, intending to return to the factory.
But suddenly, someone covered her mouth from behind and shoved her into a sack.