She Was In Pain

The doctor turned back just as he was about to leave, the daunting needle still in hand. With that, the thick injection pierced her bloodstream. The pain did not hit her immediately. It was the aftermath that she had to deal with. 

She could not struggle or shout out. All she could do was to endure the agony in silence. Droplets of cold sweat dripped from her forehead, drop by drop. 

There went another syringe of her blood. Now that the doctor had left, that woman showed up again.

All of a sudden, a hand reached out and grasped her chin tightly. The pupils of her eyes reflected the woman's silhouette. 

"It's you?"

Her lips moved but no sound could be heard. 

"It's me." The women looked at Yan Huan's face in recognition. 

"Indeed, you really do look alike. Do you know which part of you is the most alike to her?"