Downstairs, people moving large new furniture wore smiles on their faces. Although the wedding didn't concern them, witnessing a pair of newlyweds' ceremony was still a joyful experience for them.
This liveliness had nothing to do with her.
She had resisted, begged, but couldn't escape from it all. She was about to witness Philip Shaw and Vivianne Lindsay's wedding in this room, seeing him marry another woman with her own eyes.
Step by step, she let herself slip into another unbearable identity.
Thinking of this, she felt a sharp pain in her head, like it was pierced by a steel needle, and she awoke abruptly from her daze. Taking one last look at the jubilant crowd downstairs, she withdrew her gaze, rubbed the goosebumps on her arms from the pain, and exhaustedly returned to bed, lying on top of the covers.
The continuous buzz of people outside the window came in from downstairs. She curled up away from the window, closed her eyes.
