When she finished saying this, the figure of Atlas Hallow emerged in Charlotte Miller's mind. She quickly shook her head to get rid of that shadow, and then her face returned to calm: "I need to rest for a while. Taking planes continuously is quite exhausting, and it seems like I haven't adjusted to the time difference. Maybe it's because I've aged a few years over these years, and I feel like I'm not as spirited."
Charlotte smiled, took a big sip of her tea, and then stood up to walk to her resting room.
Her office was equipped with a resting room; the room wasn't very large, but comfortable enough. Annie Gray had tidied it up before Charlotte returned, and she really needed a good sleep now.
