Rachel was looking at herself in the mirror.
There was an indescribable expression on her face.
Just then.
A knock on the door was heard, "Rachel, are you in there?"
It was Flora's voice.
Rachel took a deep breath, striving to calm herself down, "Yes, what is it?"
Flora asked with concern, "Why are you in there for so long? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Rachel tried hard to keep her emotions in check, "I'm just a bit constipated."
There was no hint of anything unusual in her voice.
Flora didn't think much of it, and laughingly said, "That's alright, take your time. By the way, there's a laxative in the cabinet opposite the toilet, you can check."
"Okay."
"I'll leave first then," said Flora.
"Hmm."
Flora left.
Rachel was still standing in front of the mirror. A moment later, she turned on the tap and washed her face with cold water.
The cool water touching her skin.
Instantly, she felt slightly revived.
She kept warning herself inside.
Rachel, you cannot cry.
