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Although it was just past 8 o'clock, and the night had not yet fallen on the small town, Jane Sampson, after returning to the room, took a shower, had her medicine, and then wrapped herself in the quilt.
Jane Sampson didn't know how to describe her current state.
Her reactions were sluggish, and her whole mind seemed to have lost the ability to think. She lay flat in the bed, feeling as though she could hear her heart pounding violently.
Thumping and throbbing intensely, as if it might leap out the next second.
It even seemed as though, throbbing and throbbing, it could stop at any moment.
Although she hadn't eaten anything for dinner, she still felt nauseous and wanted to vomit.
It was as if a little villain inside her head was hammering away ceaselessly, never resting for even a second.
Her nose was blocked, and her throat was so sore that she didn't want to speak a single word.
