You are like the night, possessing silence and star clusters. — Neruda
After Jiang An's flight arrived in City Z, she accompanied her mentor to a meeting at the venue. She was busy until 8 p.m. before returning to the hotel. She had just turned on her cell phone and realized that there were many red dots in her WeChat indicating messages mainly from friends and classmates wishing her a safe journey. Jiang An briefly replied before grabbing her pajamas to take a shower. The utterly exhausted girl lay in bed and immediately lost all her strength, setting her alarm for eight in the morning before sinking into a deep sleep.
