"We've arrived." Hearing Kirihu's announcement, Yi Mian stopped pulling on Duan Jing's abused cheeks and let go. Duan Jing rubbed his pitiful cheeks with a frown on his face. He never knew the pair of ambidextrous hands was this strong. If they ever had a hand fight, he was sure that it would end up in a tie or a win to Yi Mian.
Yi Mian feigned a cough to turn Duan Jing's attention to her, "I might not come to your house tonight, I know you won't to," Duan Jing looked away in shame, "but I think I will be able to make it to breakfast."
Duan Jing nodded understandingly. He knew that Yi Mian had to be at the company early, so breakfast at home was a delicacy to them. Taking the fact that their wedding was just today into consideration, he was almost sure Yi Mian wouldn't go to work tomorrow, however, Yi Mian was infamous for being a workaholic.
"Are you going to the company tomorrow?" Duan Jing asked, trying to clear up his doubts. Yi Mian kept an index on her chin and thought about his question for a while.
"I might, but Feng'er is coming back tomorrow." Yi Mian was used to getting one or two hours of sleep so she could've gone to work, but her bestfriend was coming back home tomorrow.
Duan Jing shook his head yes. He almost forget about his little sister coming back home. He would have to get ready for the tantrum she would throw for not being able to attend her best friend's wedding. Sometimes, he wondered who his sister loved between Yi Mian and him. He knew that his sister, Qiu Feng, was more than ready to answer him question, but he was too bitter to listen to an answer. After all, Hu Duan Jing was a closet sis-con.
"Actually, I won't go to work tomorrow." Yi Mian knew that handling a normal Qiu Feng required a lot more energy than she had, but she was going to deal with a I-missed-my-bestfriend's-wedding Qiu Feng, so she was going to need all the extra energy she would get.
Yi Mian clutched the handle the door of the vehicle, "Alright, goodnight. Sleep tight." After saying that, she lithely stepped out of the limousine, and waved a hand at Duan Jing.
Duan Jing awkwardly waved a hand back at her, causing a miniature smile to form on Yi Mian lips. Once he saw Yi Mian's turned back, he signalled Kirihu to drive. He turned around to watch Yi Mian but he caught sight of something obscure. Yi Mian's hands they were… trembling? Before he could take another look, the vehicle started moving and Yi Mian was out of his sight.
Yi Mian greeted the security guard in a clean blue, who in turn greeted back. She scurried to the elevator before the security guard could ask any questions, with trembling hands, she pressed the numbers for the highest floor.
The elevator opened with a ding, and she quickly walked into it. She smacked the button to close the door, not wanting anyone with her to witness her unsightly appearance. Her life would've been so much better if she didn't have this unreasonable disorder.
Her parents were to quick to throw her into therapy when they found out about her disorder. In three years, it would be two decades since she started getting therapy. She had seen thousands of people being accepted by their parents, even if they had a disorder or a mental illness. But she was rich. Rich and famous. People like her and her parents weren't allowed to be imperfect or human. One thing she knew was that the public was ruthless with their condemnation.
The elevator door slid open once it reached the highest floor, sixteenth floor, and Yi Mian walked out hurriedly to the only door in the whole floor. The apartment complex Yi Mian lived in was of sixteen floors, each floor was one apartment, hence one floor belonged to one person. Yi Mian typed in her password and and harshly pressed her finger on the metal of the finger print detector.
She closed the door, and skillfully took off her stilettos. She took unbalanced steps towards the cupboard, similarly to a toddler, and opened it with shaky hands. Her eyes swept through the area with medication after medication. Deciding that she should take a stronger dose, her fingers weaved past the containers to the red tinted container in the back.
She gripped onto the container and opened the black lid. As she stared at the pink pills, she remembered that Dui Ming's dress when she met Duan Jing was also pink. Yi Mian started to find the pills irritating. She took a deep breath and tried to calm herself down; however, as her mind kept on replaying the scene of Dui Ming and Duan Jing meeting, her impulse to throw whatever in her hand also grew.
That shrew stole Duan Jing from you.
Don't you feel angry? He is yours. But she took him away from you.
Who knows what they're doing right now, while you're here suffering all alone. Poor, poor Yi Mian.
Yi Mian knew she shouldn't let her disorder to control her, but the whispers were like the temptation of Lucifer. She had to act out the role of Eve sometimes.
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