The night was deep.
In the room, only a faint bedside lamp was on, casting dim, yellowish light.
The person in the bed lazily turned over and slowly opened their eyes.
Fine fingers pressed gently on the forehead, followed by an involuntary yawn.
Shen Cheng sat up slowly, glanced around the room, and found herself alone in the spacious room.
She leaned back against the headboard and stretched her arms to grab the phone from the bedside table.
It was already one in the morning.
She threw off the blankets and walked barefoot to the floor-to-ceiling window, reaching out to pull the dark-patterned curtains open.
Outside was pitch-black, it was unclear when the lights had been turned off.
She frowned, sat down on the sofa, poured herself a glass of red wine, took the glass and swirled it gently. After some time, she brought it to her lips and took a sip.
Seemingly disliking the taste of the wine, she set the glass down after just one sip.
