Her heart pounded furiously, as if it were the one intoxicated.
The powerful rhythm was like a dance that accompanied life itself.
Su Qingyun hadn't felt so deeply alive for a very long time.
She clutched her chest, her body slowly curling inward.
She had no idea how long she had been asleep in the darkness. When her consciousness cleared again, all she felt was an icy chill throughout her body.
Rubbing her arms for warmth, Su Qingyun slowly got to her feet.
The silent room gave her a brief sense of disorientation. Soon enough, Su Qingyun gathered herself and stood up.
The earlier sensation of her thundering heartbeat had gradually faded away.
Glancing with a touch of longing at the spot near her chest, Su Qingyun walked toward the door.
"Did you see that person?" A clear voice called out from outside the door.
Su Qingyun's hand, which was holding the doorknob, halted abruptly and slowly pulled back.
"Didn't see her! Why? Are you looking for her?"
