It's been the ninth day.

The medicine made her gradually become a puddle of mud, she could barely sit up yesterday, but today she has no strength, and the table next to her is full of medicine bottles of different heights.

The bedside was crowded with people, but she couldn't tell who was who.

"Mom, were you so uncomfortable before you died?" Bai Mo thought in a daze, but soon he didn't even have the strength to think, and fell into another round of coma.

In a trance, the world became white, and she only felt that she had become a white feather, floating gently and drifting farther and farther······

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"Bang-"

A loud bang pulled her back from afar, she opened her eyes suddenly, only to feel a burst of overturning in her abdomen, and couldn't help but spit out with a "wow-" sound.

"My living ancestors! How did you make the room like this! It was a young man's voice, coming from above her head, and she habitually reached out and fumbled for her glasses at the bedside.

Bai Mo is highly myopic and blind without glasses.

The cabinet was at the head of the bed, and the used toilet paper on it looked like a hill, and two empty wine bottles lay across the pile of paper towels.

As soon as he raised his head, a delicate face was full of disgust, he pinched his nose with one hand, grabbed her ear with the other, and complained with a sigh: "You little girl, you learn to drink a lot, and you drink yourself like that!" Interesting? ”

Bai Mo clearly saw a small black mole on his right cheek, and was stunned for a moment.

"That's it! Don't be stunned, I'll clean up the house for you, and you can take a shower quickly! Aunt Xiao will be back in the afternoon, don't let her see you like this! He couldn't help but lift her out of bed and throw her straight into the bathroom.

The bathroom was full of scattered clutter, making it difficult for a person to turn around in the already narrow and small room, and a big Peppa Pig was attached to the simple shower head.

Turning his head again, Bai Mo saw the person in the mirror.

Under the fluffy waist-length curls, he wore heavy makeup on his face, and at the moment he was all spent, and the colors were spread out on his face, mixing up arbitrarily.

Bai Mo shivered and stepped back, but she just stepped on a piece of broken glass, which made her grin.

"Bang-"

The door was pushed open again.

It was still him, holding a medicine bottle in his hand, and his eyes widened: "Hey! Did you eat them all? Am I going to send you to gastric lavage? ”

Bai Mo walked over slowly and took the empty medicine bottle in his hand.

Alprazolam.

This is a sleeping pill, and this is the medicine that Aunt Mei most often prescribes to her.

"Xiao Ningning, what's wrong with you today!" He looked at the blood on the ground, put aside the matter of the medicine bottle, shook his head and shouted, "Do you want to make a horror movie?" ”

She lowered her head and pinched herself silently, it hurt.

I can't help but think that I am really sicker, and I have given birth to another personality for nothing, and I can still infer such a real artistic conception and character.

Looking back on the past years, she has been immersed in studying, never ending exams, and her lifestyle is like a perfect formula, calculating the most perfect life route, but the result is-

She is not with her relatives, has no lovers, no friends, and lives alone, lonely, and quietly.

The sun shines in through the window, the room is only more than 40 square meters, and there are not many things, the shadow of the tree in front of the window is printed on the glass, with the man cleaning up, while chattering, ordinary, real, full of vitality, the days suddenly have a taste, there is an indescribable beauty.

"You," she licked her chapped lips, "is it my husband?" ”