Villain Ch 463. Allen's Anxiety
The sun's early rays pierced through the curtains, casting a warm, golden hue across the room. The digital clock on Allen's bedside table read 06:41 AM, signaling that it was still a good twenty minutes before his alarm was set to go off. But sleep remained elusive for him, a distant hope as his restless mind refused to find solace.
He'd tried everything to lull himself to sleep. The night before, he'd burned the midnight oil, writing chapter after chapter of his stories in the hopes of exhausting his body and mind. However, even as fatigue settled into his bones, sleep remained stubbornly out of reach.
His eyes kept fluttering open every hour or so, as if his mind was too preoccupied with anticipation to allow him any respite. Tossing and turning, he couldn't help but wonder what the test results would reveal, and that nagging curiosity kept him wide awake.
