She let out a long sigh, reached over to turn on the bedside lamp, and instinctively glanced at the empty pillow beside her.
All night, her mind was filled with fragmented dreams of past events.
Finally, it was the sound of a gunshot from Noah Drexler that startled her awake, leaving her drenched in cold sweat.
She didn't know what was wrong with her. Clearly, she had been sleeping well these days, but since the first night Noah left, she couldn't sleep well anymore.
Constant nightmares tormented her, denying her peace.
Yet, when he was by her side, she never dreamed of those scenes.
She felt as if the mature and domineering aura of that man was missing, leaving her feeling somewhat empty inside.
It seemed like… she had become somewhat dependent on Noah Drexler.
...
Two days later.
Afternoon.
The Golden Melody Awards was grandly inaugurated.
On the way to the award ceremony.
