After bathing, she did not sleep as soundly as Lin Yan; instead, she always found herself in a half-awake, half-dazed state, tossing and turning without being able to fall into a deep sleep.
The competition had been neatly concluded, and she should have relaxed, but in the dead of night, just as she managed to fall asleep, her mind was suddenly flooded with various images.
One moment it was Xie Anyu's words, the next it was Lu Chen's gloomy face.
She even dreamt of the time when she was studying in Yunzhong, during a mobilization meeting where Principal Lu, dressed in formal attire, went up on stage to deliver a speech.
Some things, no matter how Jiang Shuyao tried to ignore them, always lingered in the depths of her heart; she couldn't help but feel affected.
After all, he had been such a vivid presence, suddenly gone overnight; to say it was not unsettling would be a lie.
