Phoenix didn't even know how she got home. She felt her head was spinning, it was her fault, all her fault. She shouldn't have skipped work today—
Yes, it's better at the company, only there can she truly stay calm and not seem so weak.
When she got home, Aunt Wang asked if she was hungry or wanted to eat something. How could she be hungry? She was already filled with anger outside, truly couldn't eat a thing.
She went straight upstairs and locked herself in the study, which held many childhood memories. Her desk was the same one her father used, as was the bookcase, even the pen. She couldn't bear to throw these away.
She felt that using her father's belongings would make her braver in facing challenges, but...
Sometimes she still felt extremely tired, so tired.
Sitting on the large black swivel chair, she tilted her head to take a nap. Just as she closed her eyes, she heard the sound of a text message—
