"Disgusted? You feel sick seeing me, and even worse when I touch you?"
Tears in her eyes had dried up without her noticing. Su Man tossed Wen Siyuan's shoes onto the floor, resentment almost materializing in her gaze. She bit her lip, muttering under her breath, "If that's how it is, then I'll make sure you're disgusted for good!"
Her eyes drifted to the bedside table near the window. She stared at it for a while, then got up and walked over.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, she bent down and opened the drawer, pulling out a small medicine bottle, twisting off the cap, looking straight into the bottle.
This was something she'd started stocking up after last year's New Year's Eve.
Every time she went to see the doctor, using the excuse of insomnia, she'd get three or four sleeping pills from the doctor.
Just like that, she visited the doctor every month, and every month she got more pills, little by little until now, she'd accumulated about half a bottle.
