Chapter 171 Extreme Bedhead

Cynthia had no idea how much time had passed when she finally opened her leadened eyes. The fluorescent white light hanging overhead was a little blinding. Instinctively, she turned her head away. Her eyes slowly adjusted from the difference in lighting, and she finally saw the white curtains fluttering by the French window and the flaming red waning sun outside. The setting sun is pretty. It’s just a pity that it signifies that evening is here already, and that the day will soon end. Cynthia looked at the burning sun outside as she lamented the day’s end. She didn’t have much time to mourn, however, for she quickly realized that something was wrong.