"I found a quilt for you; just make do with it. If you feel cold, you can run a few laps in the living room, do some exercise to warm up. Life is movement, right?"
"This time I really mean it, goodnight. Have a nice dream. See you tomorrow."
Scarlett wasn't worried at all about whether Knox Simmons would be cold.
The room was cozy; one quilt was enough.
When she said goodnight, she couldn't help but smile.
It was already six thirty in the morning; she should have said good morning instead.
As she walked to the window to close the curtains, she glanced outside.
The sky was barely light, and in an hour, the night would completely pass.
This night was truly a long and bitter one.
She didn't regret leaving the Saxon Family, but after leaving, what should she do next?
She had no idea, couldn't calm down to think about it.
