For Song Yan, taking her medicine was always torture.
But she couldn't tell if it was her imagination or not, today's medicine seemed less bitter than it had in days past.
After finishing it, Song Yan lay on her bed waking from the medicine's effects, listening to the sound of running water in the bathroom, feeling strangely calm within.
The bathroom was misty with steam, and the bathtub had been filled with water for a bath.
Song Yan played with her phone, casually chatting with Li Rao and Lu Zhanying.
Li Rao had dinner at the Wei Family home this evening, which had just ended, but she was unexpectedly staying over for the night. Wei Shiran was still downstairs playing cards with a few brothers; the air down there was bad, filled with the smell of smoke that she couldn't stand, so she used that as an excuse to retire to her room to rest.
She was really tired from trying to fit in all day.
