Yan Yan had sent the address of her new home, which had popped up into her mind at some unknown moment, to her assistant who had accompanied her from Paris to the New York studio.
She instructed her assistant to wait at the house and be ready when the main force arrived.
She asked the assistant to stay behind to check if anything was missing or if they needed help.
Yan Yan was now so exhausted she could hardly keep her eyes open. She was fine during the ride to the airport, but as soon as she dozed off, she was overwhelmingly tired.
Her tightly wound nerves suddenly relaxed, and she knew it would be especially difficult to tense them back up in a short time.
Yan Yan lacked the energy to fuss over her new house. She needed to return to her place, sleep until the world blurred, gather her strength, and then address all these miscellaneous matters.
If she couldn't figure something out, better not to think about it for now. In less than two days, Y·Y's shoes would be fully stocked.
