After the pill entered her mouth, she weakly leaned against the side, looking as if she had been pulled out of water.
She had originally wanted to tell Hunter, for example, that she couldn't cook for him tonight or go out to eat, but she couldn't say anything.
Flashes of scattered images crossed my mind, as if in the past, even my menstrual period was just as painful.
Back then, she was just curled up on the couch, quietly waiting for time to pass, unlike now, when she has someone by her side.
She could feel herself sweating, and she sweated a lot.
A cold wet tissue wiped her forehead, probably because she was too weak at the moment, she instinctively leaned towards the coolness.
She grabbed the hand that brushed against her cheek and rubbed it in the palm of his hand.
Hunter held w
