Jia knew what Mingshen was talking about.
Others' actions and decisions.
He meant Song Lan and Song Wuying, who let her down.
Whose actions she couldn't control and which now haunted her.
Jia's gaze was fixated at the small prescription paper. Her mind felt like a jumbled mess but she refused to budge in the end. She extended her arm and took the prescription paper in her hand. The paper gently swayed.
Instead of accepting it, she tore the paper right in front of his eyes and stood upright, facing him with a steadfast expression.
"I am not depressed. I don't need any medicine. Thank you for your concern but I don't need it. I am just stressed out because of the case and nothing else…!" She breathed out shakily.
