She voluntarily hung up the phone, mist gathering in her clear eyes, as if veiled by hazy tears.
She tilted her head back slightly, swallowing all her tears without much feeling.
Her heart, however, heaved tumultuously, unsettled.
It had been many years since she last felt this way. Over the past five years, she had lived a life blurred by intoxication and dreams, her heart having long grown numb.
But now, the area around her heart suddenly felt a pulsation.
Regaining her composure, she turned around and unlocked her door with a key.
The house he had bought was truly remarkable, sunlight streaming in through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting light on the floors.
The dark grey wooden floors showed a unique gloss, making the space bright and spacious.
When the wind blew, the white gauze curtains fluttered gently, resembling a fairyland.
The decoration was minimalist, unpretentious, with an overall light blue hue, like babbling brooks.
