She was wearing high heels and the spot where the car stopped was quite some distance away from the exit. By the time she reached the zebra crossing with much difficulty, her feet were so grazed that she had several blisters.
It really hurt. The heart-wrenching pain... but it couldn't compare to the pain in the bottom of her heart.
She was exhausted, but she wasn't willing to stop. She didn't know where she was, yet she just sluggishly kept walking forward.
The handprint on her face was very striking. Passersby all turned their heads and glanced at her.
She didn't notice a thing about her surroundings and only stopped walking when she simply couldn't walk any longer.
There was a floor mirror in the beauty salon display window beside her. When she swept a glance at the mirror, she couldn't help but stop.
