There are still fine particles of almond scrub in the gaps between nails, and the cold scent of white tea and cedar from the aromatherapy machine seems to be lingering on the tip of my nose. Xiang Daye's last memory was doing lymphatic detoxification in the VIP beauty salon for the female CEO who had just signed a multi-million dollar contract. When her fingertips pressed against the blocked nodule under the woman's shoulder blade, a purple-black lightning suddenly struck outside the window, followed by a sharp buzzing from the metal frame of the body care bed. Electricity ran up her palms and up her arms. Her vision went dark and she lost consciousness.
