Jiang Xiaoxiao struggled to control her temper all day, until her head throbbed with pain and her stomach felt like it was on fire.
Even on the crowded bus, she didn't lose her self-control.
All day long, she forced herself to remain calm, but her heart was full of frustration and rage. Now all she wanted was to be alone to calm herself.
Last night's nightmare had left her heart racing for a long time.
The image of Song Moting riddled with bullets and bleeding profusely, and the scene of him being punched and kicked, scared her so much that she was afraid even after waking up.
Song Moting should be fine, but her dream was so real.
So real that it left one speechless to argue back.
Looking at Tang Yuan's innocent sleeping face, the unease in Jiang Xiaoxiao's heart only grew.
Today was the second round of the competition.
In truth, she had lost interest in competing, but her years as a doctor had given her excellent self-control.
