Inside the bedroom, the lights were dim and gentle, casting soft shadows across the walls.
Elena lay flat on her back, staring at the ceiling. Normally, the steady sound of water cascading from the wall-mounted waterfall fountain soothed her nerves and lulled her thoughts into calm order. Tonight, it did nothing.
I love you.
Jin Di's voice echoed in her mind, clear and vivid, as if he were standing right beside her, whispering the words again.
Her breathing hitched.
Her heart began to race, fast and strong, thudding against her ribs.
For a moment, she wondered if she was having a panic attack. She focused inward, assessing herself carefully.
No tightness in her chest. No spiraling fear. No sense of suffocation.
Instead, there was a strange, buoyant feeling blooming in her stomach and spreading outward.
Excitement?
"I need to search this up," she muttered to herself.
