Bab 718: Forget it. 

Lisa didn't even know how many words she had managed to write on the folio paper. The temperature in the bedroom was getting colder, and there was no longer any sound of vehicles outside the house. The sound of the pen tip touching the folio paper and the scraping of the paper on the wooden table made Lisa slowly but surely hypnotized. 

Oscar was still sitting on the small sofa, doing the same thing, and occasionally glancing over at her. The corners of his lips lifted upwards when he saw the woman's head which often fell forward. 

Since today was the most tiring day Lisa had ever lived, her eyes felt heavy. Sometimes her head fell forward or backward, but the woman still insisted on getting up. Often she pinched her hands, trying to freshen herself up, but all her efforts were in vain.