The Amnesiac Diva

Night descended, and the sky was studded with stars. When Mo Mo Zhang stepped out of her office, the clock already pointed to nine in the evening. She settled into her car, stretching her neck, which had grown stiff after a day of sitting. Out of habit, she turned the rearview mirror to examine her own reflection.

Thin—far too thin.

The rosy, fair complexion of the past was gone without a trace. Now, her face was almost colorless, drained of all vibrancy, with nothing left but a pair of large, luminous eyes that still held a glimmer of light as they shifted. Seeing this, the woman in the mirror gave a satisfied smile, as if she approved of her own sickly appearance. She twisted the key and started the car.

In a way, she really should thank those clients for their high standards and unyielding demands. If they hadn’t insisted on changing design concepts repeatedly, forcing her to revise an advertisement again and again before it could be delivered, how else could she have maintained such an unchanged face for months on end? And of course, the newly hired designer Dong Fei was also a major contributor. The young woman, fresh out of university, seemed interested in everything except her actual job. As a result, Mo Mo Zhang, now the boss, had to personally handle the work—working overtime had become routine.

At this thought, the corners of her lips lifted in a helpless smile. Clearly, such a designer shouldn’t have even passed her probation period, but for reasons unknown, seeing the girl always reminded her of herself a year ago—fresh out of college,