C341 Inattention

Ling Yun did not know how she walked to the bedroom. She was like a wandering soul, stiffly standing in the bathroom, letting the cold water wash over her hands. No matter how cold water was, it could not wash away the burning sensation on the back of her hand, nor could it wash away the pain in her heart.

She had nothing left...

Maybe there was just a little bit of poor self-esteem left