It must have been twenty-four hours by now because Nina was having her third meal.
A boiled egg and a slice of white bread are neatly arranged on a white plate. A glass of milk and a glass of water were both served in white cups.
Nina quickly finished her meal and then sat back down on the bed covered in white sheets, leaning against the white wall, and began counting the stitches in her clothes.
It had been six years since she'd last been punished like this. And yet, after just one day, she was already counting stitches. Back then, she could hold out until the third day before playing with her clothes.
'Right... The longest time I was ever grounded? It must've been more than ten days. What was it for? Oh, right, drinking. No, that's not it. I didn't drink back then. I hated Dina and n
