C275 Loneliness

That night, moonlight streamed through the window, casting specks of light across Tiantian's bed. Occasionally, a breeze would stir, making the dappled starlight dance.

Tiantian lay in bed, tossing and turning, seemingly in search of a comfortable position but to no avail. After staring blankly at the ceiling for a while, she gave up and sat up. Opening the window