The night was already deep and the scattered stars across the sky looked rather beautiful.
Charlotte Thompson was lying in bed with her head tilted up, feeling extremely complex inside, turning over and over again unable to fall asleep.
"Sigh..."
Charlotte sat up listlessly, her fine black hair somewhat messy, her lips vivid red, her skin snow white.
She pulled back the curtain, outside it was pitch black, she stood still for a while, the moonlight warmly shining on her, giving her a sensual aura.
She looked up at the clock not far away, it was late, and for a moment, more complex emotions surged in her heart.
Things couldn't go on like this forever, her sleep quality had always been good, and she didn't know why she suddenly suffered from insomnia today.
With this thought, Charlotte pushed the door and walked out, at that moment everything was silent, she had no habit of keeping the light on in her room, the hallway light was flickering, she tiptoed to the living room.