Even Rebecca Quentin couldn't have imagined that her visit to the hospital with Howard Geoffrey would become their last meeting...
She also didn't expect time to fly by like a fleeting horse, and in the blink of an eye, half a year had passed.
Sunlight filtered through the heavy curtains, spilling into the room...
The light stimulated Rebecca Quentin's eyelids. She murmured softly, lazily turned over, wanting to sleep a bit more, but suddenly realizing something, she abruptly opened her eyes.
Jumping out of bed in her pajamas, she glanced at the alarm clock on the bedside table and immediately rushed into the bathroom.
After quickly washing up, she dashed out of the bathroom and swiftly changed clothes: white blouse, pencil skirt, earrings...
She had just put on one earring when the sound of a doorbell rang.
Rebecca Quentin, while putting on the other earring, walked towards the door.
