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Chyou collapsed back on her bed, exhausted. She put her arm over her eyes, wanting for some quietness but it evaded her. Her argument with Yin filled chaos in her heart yet again. She released a sigh.

Was I too insensitive?

'I don't want you lying to me and succumbing yourself to drugs every time you feel uncomfortable about something.'

No, that was definitely insensitive and hurtful. I shouldn't have said that.

She rolled on the bed and buried her face into her pillow.

But Yin also kept the truth from me. He had promised me that he was clean. I am also hurt…

She felt a soft hand on her hand and she looked up to see her mother warmly smiling at him. "Seems like my daughter had too much fun."

"I am exhausted…Wait, is that soup?"

"You should have some. You look really worn out."

"Mom is the best," she tiredly smiled.

Caihong sat beside her and placed the tray on her lap.