“Where’s My Phone?”Yan Huan stretched her hand out from under the blanket. She wanted her phone, so she had to hold it.
“It’s here.”The assistant hurriedly took out Yan Huan’s phone from her bag and placed it in Yan Huan’s hand.
“Thank you.”Yan Huan held her phone tightly and placed it in front of her chest. She endured the waves of pain on her forehead and fell asleep once again.
When she woke up again, there was no one in the room.
She looked at the cup placed on the table and sat up carefully. However, when she moved, it was the kind of pain that hurt her bones. It didn’t seem like a headache, but more like a pain in her heart.
Was there a large hole in her chest? was her chest stabbed? Why was it so painful?
She reached out and carefully took the cup.
There was water in the cup. It was cold water
