When I sat up from the bed, the light leaking through the gaps in the curtains stung my eyes.
On the bedside table, the mobile phone was charging, with 98% power, and the time showed 7:23 in the morning. I stared at the numbers for a minute. My throat felt dry and my palms were sweaty.
Familiar. So familiar.
This bed, this room, even the faint scent of lavender floating in the air are exactly the same. I remember that I woke up in the same bed before the seventh time of relapse, but that time I panicked like a mad dog and rushed out to check for evidence. In the end, I was cornered by Gu Bei gently. He said, "Don't be afraid, I'm here." Then I believed him.
The third time, the same start. No, to be precise, it's the seventh time.
I took a deep breath, my heartbeat slowly calmed down, I picked up the water glass and took a sip of overnight cold water, then opened the calendar on my phone.
Wednesday, October 17th.
