Ghost Lin bit her lower lip as she clenched her hand into a fist. Devon was still shaking, breaking out into sweats, and her complexion grew pale, and Ghost Lin knew it was her fault for being insensitive.
Since Ghost Lin never cared if her words would hurt anyone, she didn't take Devon's words just moments ago to her heart. But seeing her own face have that terrified expression, something in Ghost Lin's heart pricked her conscience.
She was not the person who would make that expression. No matter how lonely and scared she was, Ghost Lin always kept her strong facade as her defense mechanism. Perhaps seeing Devon express her fears with the same face made Ghost Lin see what her true self appeared inside: weak, terrified, desperate.
