She came out of the bathroom after her shower, changed into her pajamas intending to go to bed, but realizing her hair was still damp, she went back to dry her hair.
After a while, she came out of the bathroom again.
The phone didn't ring. No messages, no voicemails, no missed calls.
Gong Shirao held her phone on the bedside, checking it over and over again, her heart filled with complexity.
She seemed to be waiting for something, expecting something, yet also afraid of something.
Very complex emotions.
She pretended not to care, placing the phone aside, wanting to fall asleep exhausted after a busy day. After a long flight back, she didn't stop for a moment to attend a wedding, witnessing a moment of happiness.
But this night is truly lonely and heartbreaking.
Suddenly, she felt a surge of impulse, as if everything hung on a thought. She was innately restrained, thinking she could control everything, always restrain.
