Originally, she hadn't rested well these past few days, and coupled with the anxiety of the last two days, she was especially exhausted. Yet, she couldn't sleep after tossing and turning in bed for hours, her mind full of breaking up with Jiang Jinghao.
Three days, she only had three days.
Qiao Mo sat on her bed with the TV on all night, lost in thought all night long.
Until the next morning, when the dawn light stained the sky, the first ray of sunshine pierced through the light mist and fell onto her face through the window, did her gaze finally gain some focus.
She raised her hand to block the not-so-dazzling sunlight and turned to look out the window.
The sun shattered the dark blue sky, a fiery cloud rolled by, as if Lord Lao Zi of the Great Monad had overturned his alchemy furnace, or as if the artist's palette had been smudged, thousands of golden threads scattered through the branches, showering a ground of broken gold.
