As Xiu Mei cautiously watched the video, she swiftly changed browsers once again when she heard the sound of her room door opening. She did it quite so naturally as if she didn't do something so sneaky behind everyone's backs.
She relaxed, as her sight darted to the nurse entering her room with some familiar stuff she uses for the daily check-ups. She closed her laptop and moved it on the side table, making some space for the nurse. Lu Qiang also sat back on the sofa as he watched his Mom being treated by the nurse. The process was quick and it was finally over in just a few minutes.
Xiu Mei rubbed the cotton stuck on her arm, a stinging pain left behind when her blood was taken out awhile ago. Her gaze stopped on the covered wound, as she relaxed her clenched hands. If one didn't look closely, no one would've noticed how hard she bit her lower lip and the crescent markings of her nails on her palm.
