*Flashback Continued*
Han Bohai's eyes shifted to the way her hand was raised to rub her chest as if she felt uncomfortable. Or maybe, she was hurt? As a very familiar face flashed past his eyes, his eyes widened up. Now, Ying's expressions made a lot more sense to him. Not only that, he could even understand what she was feeling and it made him feel bitter.
Taking a deep breath, he also sat down beside her. "In other words, you're just looking for a way to escape your heartbreak."
Ying's shoulders slumped down as she closed her eyes briefly, "Does it matter? It's not like there is anyone who can escape from a heartbreak." She heaved a long and tired sigh, "In fact, I've seen it coming from the day I recognized my feelings that I'd end up with this pain. But I kept running from it, even when it caught up to me I still refused to budge. Now, I'm at the point where I can't seem to shake it off any longer."
I don't know whether Han Bohai's headache is fixed or not, but mine is only getting worst.
I just removed an IV syringe from my hand and a lot of blood sprayed out. Literally, sprayed out! I guess, I went too hard trying to be like those actors.
So, my advice for the day...
If you ever have an IV, don't remove it yourself! Let the professionals do their work! It doesn't look as cool as they show in countless shows!
Such an eye-opener!