She had no idea how much time had passed.
Qin Yiren jolted awake from sleep, clutching her temple as if her head were splitting, frowning as she forced back the groan that almost escaped.
Recently, she would occasionally have some bizarre, surreal dreams.
In the dreams she was terribly lost and in pain, but once she woke, she couldn't remember any of it clearly.
She instinctively reached for her phone.
Qin Yiren groped around near the pillow for a while, but couldn't find any trace of her phone.
Only then did she belatedly take in the completely unfamiliar décor and remember she and Chu Xinian were in the apartment Qin Er had bought for her.
She gritted her teeth and endured the stabbing pain in her temple.
Qin Yiren slipped on her slippers, staggered to the floor‑to‑ceiling window, and swished the curtains open.
