She just woke up and found that her surroundings were still dark, then she rolled up to her side to look at the clock and found that it was still four in the morning. It made her then tighten her grip on the thick blanket that covered her body — reluctant to wake up at a time that was still too early and closed her eyes to continue sleeping.
But then, she could faintly hear the sound of a car engine starting and driving away — as time went on, its voice got smaller and smaller and with that, she pulled back her blanket and got up barefoot. The oversized white shirt that became her nightwear only covered half of her thighs and she was completely indifferent to the cold piercing her skin. She had to know something.
With that, her feet quickly made her way down the lonely and dimly lit corr
