Buzz Buzz Buzz…
The phone wouldn't stop vibrating.
It was the vibration that woke Chuzheng.
She crawled out of the messy bed, reached for the vibrating phone, glanced at the screen—unknown number?
Chuzheng hung up and turned off the phone.
The room was dimly lit, with the curtains drawn shut, and the air was somewhat stuffy.
She casually surveyed the room—messy.
This was Chuzheng's first reaction.
The room wasn't small; besides the bed, there was some space to the side, partitioned off for an easel and a light table.
Papers were scattered on the floor, some crumpled into balls tossed in every corner, others carelessly spread out on the ground.
A computer lay broken on the floor.
Chuzheng got out of bed, felt dizzy for a moment, grasped something nearby to steady herself, and after regaining her equilibrium, she went to draw the curtains open.
Sunlight immediately streamed in at an angle.
