Dorothy's POV:
It was a peaceful afternoon. It was carefree and dull, and it was filled with Grandmother's hysterical screams.
"I've said it before! Don't put these disgusting weeds on my window sill!"
The furious old woman threw my herbs on my bed. She didn't seem to see me lying on the bed reading. The sharp leaves cut my cheek.
"These are disgusting! Stinky! Strange! Evil plants! It will bring bad luck to our family! It's all because of you, you traitorous b*stard!"
Grandmother's chest rose and fell like an old drum. Every time I saw her like this, I was scared that she would explode in anger.
I silently gathered the herbs and whispered, "These are just ordinary hemostatic herbs, props for the elective course. My teacher has already explained it to us in detail. So there won't be any problems."
