A Graduation Gift

Chapter 121 The Sleepwalking Young Lady

Cassandra felt warm sleeping in her comfortable bed. However, her blood froze when she caught sight of a figure in the dark from the corner of her eye!

It was looming around the corner. She could not recognize who it was. It was just sitting there quietly, not moving.

Cassandra dared not do anything boldly. She covered herself with the quilt carefully while staring at that figure anxiously.

After what seemed like an eternity, the figure suddenly moved and stood up slowly.

Its shoulders moved up and down in a heave of sigh. Then it turned its head from left to right, and walked out of the room at a very slow staggering pace.

Through the dim light from the corridor outside, Cassandra saw its face all of a sudden.

It was Courtney!

Her skin seemed to be paler, and her face bore no expression. There was something odd in the way she walked. It was really slow, rigid and unnatural as if she was a puppet.

Then an idea occurred to Cassandra. She covered her mouth to stop herself from making any noise.

Courtney was sleepwalking! On the back of her mind, she recalled that sleepwalking happened in one's dream and the sleepwalkers were unconscious and didn't know what they were doing.

Cassandra was both surprised and curious. She remained silent and watched Courtney walk out of her room silently.

After Courtney left, Cassandra rolled out of bed. A precarious idea haunted her. She wondered why Courtney sleepwalked to her room and where she would go next.

With that thought in mind, Cassandra tiptoed and opened the door. Courtney went to the next room. She opened the door and walked in.

Cassandra followed her carefully. She didn't enter that room. Instead, she crouched down by the door and peeked inside.

Courtney walked to the walk-in wardrobe and opened the door. A ginormous closet filled with countless pieces of gorgeous garments surprised Cassandra.

"Not this one, nor this one..."

Cassandra heard Courtney murmuring. Her pale and thin hand stroked through the rows of fancy dresses.

'Is she looking for a special dress?' wondered Cassandra.

Finally, Courtney closed the door and turned around.

She continued murmuring, "No, no...not here. It's not here..."

Cassandra saw her walking towards the door of the room. She didn't want herself to be discovered. So she hurried to her room secretly.

Courtney repeated her act going into one room after another. She would open the door and walked inside to search for something.

would open the cosmetic drawer, or stroke

process, which made Cassandra quite anxious, afraid that she

Courtney walked downstairs. Cassandra followed closely behind her.

What she hated the most were horror movies, but with

was sleepwalking. These were the classic elements

reached the first floor and opened the door of the

blew in, and a surge of tiny

feel the cold at all. She stood at the gate for a long

but her body was

her own room, and then lay on the bed again as if nothing

However, her tension ebbed a little when she

not a thing that must be taken for granted. She needed some serious medical treatments. Cassandra felt sorry for

be very dangerous? What if nobody saw her? She

Courtney lying in the bed, Cassandra returned to her room to rest her troubled mind. She drowsed into a nap. However, she woke up from time

daylight seeped through her room's window panes. Cassandra refreshed herself up before she went downstairs. Whitney had already prepared the breakfast and was waiting

like

was eager to tell Whitney what happened to Courtney

"About what?"

in a puzzled face, her hand still holding the

sleepwalked last night and went on opening and

anxiously while watching Whitney's reaction.

next time, just don't wake her up. She

replied calmly. But deep inside, Whitney's heart ached when

response. She assumed that Whitney must've known

the gate of this house. What if

could not help but be nervous at the thought

she wouldn't go out. I've sent some people to watch her. She'll never leave this

unable to open her

fell down on the edge of

Whitney... Are you

out all of a sudden. Tears rolled down her cheeks. She

in her eyes, sorrow and

to many hospitals. But the doctors said she couldn't recover completely. She needs ample quiet rest every day to get better and she mustn't go through enormous mood swings. That's why I've been keeping

hoarse as tears kept on welling up in her

had learned. 'Courtney needs a peaceful environment to recover? That means

wonder she doesn't like to talk to me and is

meals alone in her room and doesn't sit with others

doing strange things while sleepwalking?' thought

have been living a hard life all

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