It was more like the poison Noah Drexler had been afflicted by before.
Yet, she racked her brains and couldn't figure out when exactly she had been poisoned.
"What are you thinking about?" Noah Drexler returned to the room, finding Summer Shawcross standing by the window, staring into the sky lost in thought.
Upon hearing the voice behind her, Summer finally snapped out of it, turning her head to look back.
Noah had just come in, still wearing yesterday's clothes, his white shirt full of wrinkles.
She hesitated for a moment, as in her past memory, he never wore wrinkled or dirty clothes.
But now, he hadn't even changed his clothes.
Thinking about this, some fuzzy feelings from when she was drowsily sleeping last night suddenly resurfaced in her mind.
While she was half-asleep, she seemed to remember someone feeding her water, wiping her face, massaging her sore arms and calves...
