Chu Yu could not remember how she had made her way back.
Her complexion was pale, her gaze empty and scattered, her steps as if treading on clouds—soft, fluffy, and faint. She walked slowly, legs trembling as though she might collapse at any moment.
She trampled over the precious flowers and trees in the courtyard, her feet covered in mud and leaf debris. When she stepped into a shallow trench by the path, she merely looked down indifferently, then continued on her way with the same expression, as if sleepwalking.
