The next day.
Amelia Clarke woke up to sunlight already flooding the room.
Owen Moreland was not in the bedroom.
Amelia rolled over lazily, stretched out in bed, and lingered for a while before getting up to wash.
While brushing her teeth, she stared at her reflection in the mirror—though slim, her complexion was rosy—and suddenly felt a little stunned.
She didn't know when her life had become so leisurely and comfortable.
In the past, she had always been hustling for money. Besides studying, her everyday thoughts were dominated by how to make money, how much she had earned, and how much she owed Isaac Taylor.
On weekends and holidays, while other girls were out shopping, dating, watching movies, and traveling, enjoying the prime of their youth, she rushed between different part-time jobs, braving the bitter cold and scorching heat, disregarding wind and rain.
Since meeting Owen Moreland, all that had gradually changed.
