Han Qianqian couldn't articulate the mood she was in at the time, which somehow gave her the reassurance to entrust herself to a stranger.
But at that moment, she really was physically exhausted, her entire being was spent, and she could no longer keep on.
When she woke up, it seemed to be evening; winter nights come very early, and by just after five o'clock, the sky had already been obscured by darkness.
Groggily opening her eyes, the pungent smell of disinfectant involuntarily made her frown.
She thought she was in a hospital, given the strong smell of disinfectant, but to her surprise, when she sat up, she found herself receiving an IV drip in someone else's home.
The room was designed primarily in black, white, and gray, simple and functional, with green potted plants adding a touch of color in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.
"Where is this?" With this question in mind, Han Qianqian removed the IV needle from her hand, got out of bed, and walked out of the bedroom.
