C19 (1/2)

In a match of ”warmth” that was filled with hatred, Tang Zhen became the one who exerted himself.

Outside the window, the cold and heartless moonlight slapped onto Tang Zhen's face, causing sweat to drip down her forehead heavily. Looking at Song Qiting's crafty and vicious face beneath her, every action of hers became an extreme insult to her.

The only thing she could do was to use her remaining indifference to maintain that laughable yet miserable dignity.

The next day, a blinding beam of sunlight woke Tang Zhen up from her sleep, and her blood-red eyes clearly showed how badly she had slept.

Song Qiting who was beside him had long since disappeared. With a pale smile, he struggled out of the bed.

This was good as well. After all, the two of them already hated each other.

Tang Zhen walked with difficulty to the corner of the wall and picked up the robe on the floor to put on her clothes. Her clothes were not in Song Qiting's room, so she could only return to her own room step by step.

Just like before, she walked the short distance of ten meters for a long time. Every time she took a step, she would feel a piercing pain until she returned to her room.

Tang Zhen quickly took out a few painkillers from the drawer and chewed them dry. Whether it was Song Qiting's torture or the aftereffects of the pill, she had been living off these painkillers for a long time.

At first, the painkillers still had a clear analgesic effect, but as time went by, she gradually increased from one to five tablets.

Tang Zhen sat on the side of the bed weakly after taking the medicine until the painkillers started to take effect. Then, with great difficulty, she forced herself to sit up and walk into the bathroom, taking a simple shower.

”Buzz …”

Just as Tang Zhen opened the door to the bathroom, he heard the phone hooting wantonly.

She quickly moved to the dressing table, the numbers on the screen of her phone were still jumping up and down, Tang Zhen had no choice but to pick up the phone.

”Hello, editor.”

The caller was the editor of the newspaper that Tang Zhen worked for, and was also famous for being jealous. He had long disliked Tang Zhen.

”Tang Zhen, oh Tang Zhen, you still have the face to call me editor? I think it's time for me to call you grandaunt. You don't have to come to work in a newspaper anymore.”

The editor's sharp voice came from the other side, making Tang Zhen to immediately move his phone away from his ear.