Chapter 293 Of Course, You Should Eat

Cynthia White sat alone in the empty room, surrounded by the continuous sound of rain and the rhythm of her own breathing. Quietly leaning against the head of the bed, Cynthia White gazed out into the pitch-black darkness. It was still a moonless night, and a faint sense of desolation emerged in her heart. Everything that had happened today seemed unreal, like a mirage, but the memories were vivid.