C92 An inescapable figure

Huo Lianqing fell onto her bed. The moonlight outside the window was mixed with the light in the room, turning it into a hazy yellow light. Huo Lianqing remembered the floor lamp at the Ann Arbor villa.

When she got back in the taxi, her mind was filled with the image of Amboven and the woman, haunting him like a dream. She tried to close her eyes and fall asleep