On the night of the ball, she wanted everyone to see her brilliance.
Instead of nursing her wounds in secret.
After two hours of dance class, the exertion was no less than running ten kilometers. She yawned as she walked out of the building, rubbing her eyes while waiting for the taxi she had booked.
The whole street was quiet, the wind had stopped, and the air felt stagnant as if it condensed into some kind of transparent glue.
We wrapped in such night, she couldn't help but feel sleepy even while standing.
The whole world was silent, yet inexplicably, a gust of cold wind swirled around her ankles, startling her into a sudden awakening.
Looking in the direction from which the wind came, she saw the man standing from afar, even with his back turned, across the street.
Her heart jumped, and her breath paused.
Taking a deep breath, she knew she couldn't escape, so she simply raised her fist: "James, you're like a haunting spirit, what do you want?!"
