Early the next morning, I looked at my haggard reflection in the mirror and rubbed my cheeks hard to put some colour in them.
Nothing seemed to have changed, even after being hospitalised for such a long time. I even looked just as half-dead as I'd been before being hospitalised.
I deliberately made myself up to look more spirited before driving to work. When I stepped into the building, I happened to see Shawn walking along the corridor with a briefcase in hand.
When he saw me, he took two steps back. I could see rage and humiliation in his eyes, along with some indiscernible emotion.
Perhaps he was remembering the awkward experience from the other day.
I hurried over to him and smiled brightly. "Oh, Mr. Chow. Morning!"
Shawn sidestepped me, trying to put some distance between us. I
