"Sure, I like it." Su Wanxin admitted without much hesitation.
Mu Suyu grinned with satisfaction. At half-past ten, the two were sent back to their rooms to rest by Jing Jingwen.
Fu Shihan had been gone for almost a week, and it was unclear when he would return.
Su Wanxin looked at the transparent medicine bottle in her hand, which contained ten colorful pills. This was the amount of medication she had controlled and adjusted herself. At her worst, she took twenty pills a day, and then Zhan Che treated her like a lunatic, insisting on finding a psychologist to torment her for several days.
Su Wanxin knew that relying on these things every day wasn't good, so she had been trying her best to avoid taking them unless absolutely necessary. Yet sometimes, she felt as if she wouldn't survive without the medicine.
