Accompanied by a low scream, Qin Yiren opened her eyes, covered in cold sweat.
Her eyes stared blankly at the unfamiliar ceiling as she annoyingly covered her mouth, quietly glancing at the man sleeping on the floor beside the sofa, thankful she hadn't woken him.
Uneasy and hiding beneath the blanket, Qin Yiren closed her eyes, reaching for the water glass on the nightstand.
While abroad, perhaps because the physical distance was great and combined with regular visits to the psychologist, her emotions had tended to calm down, but that was merely self-deception.
Chu Xinian...
This man ultimately left too deep an imprint on her life. To easily forget him and their past is simply impossible for her now.
All she could do was constantly remind herself not to think about him anymore.
Her slender fingertips touched the cold rim of the glass, her palm still sweaty from the nightmare, causing her to accidentally drop the glass, watching it fall to the ground with wide eyes.
