Liu Yiyi walked over to the gazebo and rolled up all the bamboo curtains, standing alone to quietly feel the serenity of the night. The air was laden with the scent of grass and wood, a mixed aroma that drifted in, mingling with the ocean's dampness carried by a gentle breeze.
An environment like this helped her think and allowed her to relax her tense mind. Unconsciously, she closed her eyes to feel the encroachment of the darkness. Her breathing gradually grew rapid, and sweat beads streamed down her forehead. Her short nails pressed into her palms, leaving behind faint indents. A look of agony was welded onto her face.
She thought of that period of time, and her subsequent treatments. She took a heavy breath to steady her respiration, her palms relaxing as well, and everything returned to calm......
Chapter 117