As she got closer, Jiangg Yao immediately covered her nose and furrowed her pretty brows.
"I didn't drink. Someone splashed it on me."
"Huh?"
"I'm going to take a shower first. I'll tell you about it when I get back. I've had the worst luck!"
Jiangg Ning took off her top, holding it in her hand, a haggard look on her face.
...
In the early morning, warm sunlight streamed through the gaps in the window, casting a long patch of light on the clean floor.
In the cozy room, the left side was piled with all sorts of dolls and stuffed animals, their messy arrangement giving the space a very lived-in feel.
On the right, however, was a small, tidy desk. On it sat a glass of plain water and an unfinished copy of *Rashomon* with an exquisite fountain pen marking the last-read page. The desk lamp's head was slightly bowed, as if leaning down to kiss the cluster of succulents in the small, oval pot.
