Thea Lynch had no idea how she got through the night.
She lay silently on the bed, staring out the window. A gap in the window allowed the autumn wind to sweep in, lifting the heavy dark curtains.
She gazed at the swirling arcs in the air for a long time, unable to snap out of it.
It was as if she was caught in an old dream.
The scene in front of her gradually blurred, and she blinked her dry eyes. In the next moment, the scene transformed to when she was seventeen, and her vision slowly cleared.
By the time she exhaustedly closed her eyes, it was already past six in the morning.
Looking through the gap in the curtains, the thick night had faded. The sky was turning white, and traces of urban sounds could be faintly heard outside.
Her assistant had booked a high-speed train ticket for nine in the morning, and when she wanted to rest, there was already no chance.
