He and she... never even started.
In the bathroom, she let the cold water pour over her icy body...
She tilted her head, allowing the water to slowly slide down her face...
She drowned all her pain and embarrassment in the curtain of rain, until her heart could no longer feel uncomfortable.
Wiping her wet hair and walking out of the bathroom, except for the slight redness in her eyes, Christine Quinn's face showed no trace of abnormality.
The warm air from the hairdryer made her hair flow down like a waterfall.
After drying her hair, she climbed into bed, ready to welcome the next day's sun.
Lying in bed, she inadvertently saw the clock hanging on the wall...
The hour hand was already tilting towards twelve...
She closed her eyes, as if she could hear the ticking of the clock.
Just as she was listening to the clock's ticking, preparing to sleep, the door made a "click" sound, opening.
Her eyes snapped open.
