Li Jiaqi mulled over Anthony's last words for a long time.
During those most heartbreaking, most despairing days, she gradually understood just how much endurance and pain were buried within those two words, "habit."
Only when it hurts to the point of numbness does the heart stop aching.
From that day on, she realized that Anthony actually shared her plight; both were wounded by love.
Only his wounds were deeper, hidden in an unreachable place within his heart.
She closed her eyes, letting the hot shower water wash over her cheeks.
After her bath, she changed into her pajamas and came out.
She sneezed crisply.
Seemingly startled, her whole body was sore and aching, her mind somewhat muddled.
Anthony somehow procured some herbs, making a brew that he brought to her.
"Drink this!"
"What is it?"
"Love-Oblivion Water!"
"Haha!"
She chuckled, reaching out to take it, downing it in one gulp.
After drinking, she felt a bit drowsy and crawled under the covers.
