She absentmindedly took a drag on her cigarette, a lingering, hollow coolness circling in her heart.
Having held someone in her heart for so long, once they were dug out, her entire heart felt empty.
Wind blew in, as if carrying an echo.
Fortunately, she was different from Norris Moore, she could still hold herself up, and had the strength left to care for others.
Tilly Flower hopped down from the windowsill, snuffed out the cigarette butt, and tossed it in the trash can before opening the door and heading to her own room.
She had to return to Tung City tomorrow; she couldn't afford not to wake up.
*
Norris Moore woke up very early the next day.
When Tilly Flower went to find her, Norris had already finished dressing up.
Tilly Flower watched her apply lipstick in front of the vanity mirror.
