For the entire 3 days, Lucien was spaced out. She hadn't replied her response to Evelyn. To be sure she doesn't forget what had happened, she had written it down in her diary and compared it to the novel she had written.
Lucien sighs for the last tenth time, laying her head on the back of a hard smooth stone. It was almost bedtime, however, because she had only one maid, it consumed more time than any other procedure.
She lay all alone in the hot spring as she waits for the moon to appear. The sky was visible with nothing to be covered; the hot spring was spacious, and the steam produced from the water made the entire room foggy.
