Xu Chaomu lay in bed, hearing the sound of the caregiver tidying up the room, but she kept her eyes closed, pretending to sleep.
The caregiver, seeing that she didn't wake up, usually left after busying herself for a while.
As evening approached, Xu Chaomu felt much better, no longer in pain, but still very weary.
She didn't want to speak or open her eyes.
But she was thirsty and wanted water.
She reached towards the bedside cabinet, where a teacup was placed.
However, she had no strength in her hand. She strained to reach, but couldn't touch it, and just as she almost did, the cup wobbled and "clang" fell to the ground.
The glass cup shattered on impact, scattering pieces everywhere.
Xu Chaomu's hand drooped down, her nose tingled, holding back the urge to cry.
The noise attracted the attention of a nurse outside, and one of them opened the door and walked in.
"Miss, what do you need? I'll get it for you," the nurse said.
