That night, Xu Xunsheng did not feel too tormented. It was just that her mind was like a narrow alley that a horse had just galloped through, echoing vibrations lingering, yet deserted, difficult to calm.
She slept restlessly throughout the night as well, as if someone's voice was whispering in her ear, intermittently, fragmented and indistinct. It caused her head to ache, and when she woke up the next day, it took a while for her to clear her mind, yet she still refused to deeply consider that matter, that person, as if by doing so she could avoid any troubles.
But she was listless after all, pulling open the door with a pale face early in the morning, unsure if she was going to eat something or just to walk on the still empty streets. However, upon facing the light, she saw someone standing by the corridor railing.