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.
• Closing her eyes slowly, Cynthia White listened to the sound of the rain outside. The window was slightly ajar, allowing a cool breeze to enter, bringing a slight chill. Everything felt familiar, but there was no warm presence beside her.