Today marked the sixth day of Everett's coma.
That meant two nights from now, she would have to keep the appointment.
Time seemed to crawl. Aurora wished she could rush there immediately, confront whoever it was, and demand to know why they were targeting her.
But it was pointless—the person behind this was too cautious. They wouldn't risk arriving early at the inn.
Aurora looked up the Penglai Inn online. It was a small hotel owned by someone from Country S, popular among tourists visiting the town.
It was known for its authentic Country S street food, the kind you couldn't find elsewhere, and its old-world charm. Even locals from Y Country liked it a lot.
Aurora read a lot about the inn, at least getting somewhat familiar with it.
After receiving the message, she no longer needed to keep her phone close. She showered, dried her hair, and padded around the soft carpet, her mind a mess.
If she didn't come back…
