Jing Jing and everyone else around her had always thought that it was a mole on her right cheek, just under her eye, an innocuous mark that seemed make her appear softer on screen. With no other obvious marks on herself, Jing Jing had also always thought she had no soulmark and would always see the world in black and white; a challenge for her profession, to be sure, but she was still very good at what she did. Then, one day, she was drifting off to sleep in Yu Tu’s arms when he leaned down to press his lips gently against her close eyelids, making Jing Jing open her eyes, first lazily only to smile at him, then suddenly in full astonishment, as she watched colours suddenly bloom vividly before her eyes in such rich defintion that seemed to tilt her entire world off its axis.