Kwai returned home without her soul. She didn't recall how she left the Yoshihara Club, nor was she aware of the expression she had when she walked into the 50-square-meter apartment.
She took a shower and collapsed onto her bed. When she woke up the next day at noon, she realized that the pillow was soaked.
Whenever she thought about what happened yesterday, her body shivered uncontrollably.
She picked up the phone on her nightstand, and her fingers unconsciously rubbed the screen as she didn't know who to call. The buzz of an incoming e-mail suddenly shocked her. After seeing the sender, she was relieved. It was a work email.
