It's unlikely she'll fall asleep anytime soon.
She raised her eyes to look at the floor-to-ceiling windows ahead.
The balcony was empty, with nothing placed there, and the glass windows were open. With no wind, the uninhabited bedroom didn't even have a mosquito or a fluttering moth. It was silent and desolate.
Staring at the balcony in a daze for a while, she lowered her head to look at her wristwatch.
In the dim light, she stared at it for a few seconds before realizing—she'd only been asleep for half an hour.
No wonder Ruan Yan hadn't slept yet.
But in that state of half-sleep, she always felt she was in the middle of a lengthy dream. In a short span of time, countless images rushed into her mind, layer upon layer, scene after scene, chaotic yet clear. In a daze, she could hear many people talking around her, distinct and explicit, either shouting or whispering, either fierce or gentle...
