Chapter 72 It Is Killing Us

• In the distant east, a golden hue heralded the arrival of dawn. From the horizon, the sun began its gradual ascent. The plants, having slept through the night, slowly awoke under the nourishment of the morning's first rays of sunlight. They unveiled their beauty, each blossoming in its own time. The tender buds of the grass seemed even more vibrant and full of life, while the colorful flowers stretched out their petals, each vying to outshine the others.
• Samantha had spent most of the previous night crying, only managing to fall asleep around three or four in the morning. At that moment, she was sleeping as peacefully as a baby, lost in deep slumber.
• The sunlight streamed through the expansive floor-to-ceiling window, playfully darting back and forth across Samantha's eyes. It was like a mischievous child, extending its tiny fingers and repeatedly poking her eyes, cheeks, and nose.