After a while, she started to write, but she laid the pen on the desk after only a few words and closed the textbook.
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The second day, Qin Zhi'ai came home tired after a full day of classes. She took a shower and went to bed.
In the middle of the night, she woke up to thunder. She went to the bathroom, and on her way back to bed she checked her phone for the time. It was 3:00 a.m., not much time left before his flight to Shanghai.
Suddenly, Qin Zhi'ai was not sleepy anymore.
After sitting on the bed for a while, she randomly picked out some clothes to put on and quietly left the bedroom. She walked through the living room toward the balcony and opened the windows. A cool night breeze blew in. She stared at the night view in deep thought.
As the sun rose, Qin Zhi'ai realized how cold her hands and feet had become. Even though it was spring in Beijing, the nights were still chilly.
