He reached under his pillow to touch a bottle of medication, fumbled in the dark to pour out a few pills, and threw them into his mouth. He didn't even drink water, just swallowed them directly.
The medicine, truly bitter.
Lately, Kang Chen had taken more medication than he had ever consumed in the past two decades combined.
Kang Chen felt like he was turning into a walking medicine jar.
After a while, maybe the sleeping pills took effect, Kang Chen finally felt a hint of drowsiness. His eyelids grew heavier and heavier, until they finally closed, and he fell asleep.
For him at this point, being able to sleep even a little was an extravagant luxury.
......
Zhuo Zi'ang came running over excitedly early in the morning, but no matter how hard he knocked, he couldn't get the door open.
