(Author's POV)
"Whenever I picture it, why do I feel sudden chills run down my spine?" she mumbled to herself. "Let's find out what its actual meaning is and ease this curiosity of mine," saying this, she got up from the bed, walked towards her study desk and settled down.
Opening a notebook, she closed her eyes, took a moment to recall all the details and then started drawing the vivid diagram from her memory; her hands flowed like a skater on an ice rink. She only kept the pen aside when she was finished and gazed at the image intently, tracing the lines with her fingers. Next, she took out her phone and was about to scan it when the display lit up with Nora's name. Without wasting any time, she didn't even let it ring and picked it up.
A man's chuckling voice came from the other end, "Haha~ … were you waiting for the call so eagerly, hmm?"
Myra's eyes widened, then shrank as she muttered while a low gasp left her mouth, "Dion~ … it's you. But this~ …this is Nora's number?"
