The dim light from the phone screen illuminated the space slightly.
Liu Qingning walked into the walk-in closet, turned on the light, lifted her clothes, and took a look; it was indeed that time of the month.
Fortunately, it had just started, and the flow was very light.
She grabbed a sanitary pad and panties, and walked into the bathroom.
After finishing, she turned off the light.
The moment she stepped out of the bathroom, her temples throbbed intensely, and the familiar, sharp pain came without warning.
She leaned against the wall, digging her fingers into her palm, attempting to divert her attention with the sensation.
However, it was futile.
Trying not to make any noise, she walked out of the master bedroom, and the moment she closed the door, her breathing became intense.
Liu Qingning pushed open the study room door, flicked on the nightlight, and collapsed into the chair, kneading the back of her right brain with force.
"Buzz—buzz—buzz—"
