The darkness faded, thanks to the mid-afternoon sunlight peeking through the reinforced glass, waking me from my nightmare. An image from the past—suffering my father's cold, disappointed gaze.
A tingling feeling of pins and needles spread through my limbs as I opened my eyes, noticing a familiar aroma and weight leaning against me.
Mu Qinglan's head rested on my shoulder, likely the source of the dull pain in my left arm. Her face was only a few inches from mine, breathing softly. Nothing like her zombie or business self. Just a cute and pretty woman who taught me a lot over the years.
'She's almost perfect when sleeping.'
I shifted my hips, letting her slowly fall, placing her on the huge sofa—big enough for five or six people. Then stepped away toward the massive window, and watching the city from here made me realise—'It's really over…'
The system remained minimised, with no issues or notifications.
The clock in the corner flicked to 5:00 PM.
"I think I am ready now."
