154 Would the Third File Has the Answer?

Sitting on the couch facing the sliding doors, Leslie quietly looked at the serene night view through the glass panels. Faint shadows were cast on her somber face, expressing the turbulence in her heart.

After having dinner together, Calix brought Leslie back to the bedroom. He moved her from the wheelchair to the couch before walking out, saying that he would get the file for her.

Calix had just left but, the wait felt so long. Pursing her lips, Leslie connected telepathically with Mimo. The crochet fox toy was sitting on her lap, invisible to other people but her.

'Mimo... will I find Poppy tonight? I'm afraid that... it'll be another failure.'

More than a month had passed ever since Leslie transmigrated to this world. She was grateful because she was not really restricted by the storyline—the one unknown to her—but, uncertainties about her future still plagued her heart.