Chapter 110 She's the Ant in the Palm of Zhou Lin, Unable to Escape His Grasp
Cheng Zhiwei's sleep had become severely problematic.
Last night in the hospital, she barely slept at all, and after being discharged and returning home, she only managed to doze off briefly. Any slight noise would immediately startle her awake.
Her body and spirit were already battered, and after going without sleep for a whole day and night, it was too much for anyone to bear—everyone needs sleep.
Cheng Zhiwei was exhausted and longed for sleep.
But she couldn't fall asleep.
In the orange glow of the warm light, she lay with her eyes open, staring at the ceiling. It was as if her mind was empty, but uncontrollably, a flood of images sprang forth, ones she couldn't even begin to explain.
Staying in one position for too long was uncomfortable, even the slightest movement was agony.
She couldn't sleep, yet the man beside her was sleeping soundly.
Each breath he took added another layer of irritation in her heart.
Why could he sleep?