She collapsed onto the large bed, tears streaming down incessantly, trickling onto the beige bedding from her fair and delicate skin, quickly spreading into a damp patch.
She reached up to wipe away the tears and suddenly thought to herself that at twenty years old, why was she still crying like a little girl?
Or perhaps, she wasn't meant to grow into the person she had become?
The morning sunlight streamed in.
The room brightened, the sunlight shining through the gaps in the damaged curtains illuminated the living room and casted Qiao Zhaoyue's pale and despairing silhouette.
Qiao Zhaoyue stood motionless for a long time, staring blankly at a point in the living room.
Who knew how much time had passed when the sound of the door lock turning was heard.
The old master walked in with his hands behind his back, looked around, and asked, "Girl, didn't you sleep well last night?"
Qiao Zhaoyue shook her head, forcing a smile and said, "It's okay, I just had a nightmare."
