Chapter Four: Lost and Found

“Maybe because I'm not a fan.” “Not enough,” Xiaoman said, sitting on the sink. “Aunt Shen said you must truly care what the person will lose, not what she can still sell.” Wen looked at Jianwei. Under the red lamp, both faces seemed unfamiliar. Jianwei wanted to deny it, but said, “You pinched your finger that day. I knew it wasn't a habit. You were afraid.” “One gesture, and you think you know me?” “No. That's why I want to ask instead of explain you.” The old camera lit inside Jianwei's bag. Its screen displayed a photograph no one had taken: Wen beneath the lamp, Xiaoman behind her, two identical faces divided between light and dark. The pictured Wen's lips were sealed, while black film wound around her throat.