After making the brown sugar water, Fu Chen went to her room. It only took a minute, but Song Fengwan had already changed more than twenty positions on the bed—lying on her stomach, kneeling on the bed, lying down flat on her back, lying sideways. But all the positions weren't working no matter what. She just wished that she could cut herself open with a knife and die.
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