A stench started coming towards Zhaoming’s direction, almost getting him to vomit- he wondered what the hell that was supposed to be, and why it smelled so horrid. He threw the trash bag aside, thinking that it was where the smell was coming from…
He stood up and found that it still smelled.
Zhaoming turned around and finally realized that the smell was coming from the pill in his hand.
“Why does this pill smell like this..?” Zhaoming’s insides churned at the horrid smell- was this what it smelled like before?
Zhaoming thought about it more deeply and failed to remember what the pill smelled like before he crushed it under his foot- he’d been so excited over mocking Xiaobo that he simply didn’t care what the pill smelled like.
