After hanging up the phone, Cheng Yuan paid for the call with a weary face and hugged the book as she numbly returned to the dormitory.
Actually, she wasn't well at all.
She hadn't really slept last night.
She had nightmares all night, waking and sleeping fitfully, and each time she opened her eyes, there was nothing but darkness, with the sound of Lin Zhishu's suppressed crying and heart-wrenching sobs from their childhood haunting her ears.
Back at the dormitory, she placed her things down, took off her shoes, and crawled onto the bed to sit with her knees up.
Every noon, her roommates liked to visit the library, and she usually did too, but today she really couldn't summon the energy.
Her stomach growled with hunger, yet she didn't feel like eating at all.
She gazed at the bedspread, her expression vacant; if anyone saw her, they'd surely think there was something wrong with her mind.
But right now there wasn't another person in the dormitory at all.
