In the congee shop, Natalie kept her head down, holding a spoon and sipping her porridge.
Ever since Ryan passed away, she had been afraid to face Emma.
Emma looked at Natalie and asked calmly, "How's your wound healing?"
Natalie smiled slightly, "The doctor said it's healing well. It should fully recover in a while."
Emma nodded, "It's finally healed. Don't let it tear again."
Natalie's smile was devoid of warmth. "Don't worry, I won't."
The doctor didn't prescribe her any medication. She couldn't control her emotions and often confused hallucinations with reality.
To keep herself lucid, she had no choice but to resort to this method.
Self-harm becomes addictive. At first, she only did it to stay lucid, but later she found that when her body hurt to the extreme, her heart didn't a
