Footsteps were heard from the bedroom, and suddenly, I could hear Hendrix's voice in my ears. He sounded a little angry when he asked, "Arianna, why are you crying?"
I pursed my lips and didn't respond.
He pulled the blanket away, and the light was a little too glaring.
He said with a sullen face, "Are you planning to suffocate yourself to death?"
I didn't want to talk, so I glared at him and asked, "Hendrix, can't I be left alone to regulate my feelings? Have you asked about how I feel?"
He frowned. "Are you not feeling well?"
I wanted to strangle him. I looked at him and gritted my teeth. "Can't you tell?"
He pursed his lips and looked very unhappy. "I'll take you to the hospital!"
I held back my anger. I picked up a pillow and threw it at him. "Get out!"
Hendrix looked at me in silence.
Then, he closed the bedroom door and left.
I closed my eyes and continued lying in bed. I couldn't fall asleep no matter how hard I tried; the anger within was nowhere near sizzling out.
Minnie brought over some food and whispered, "Arianna, please get up and have something to eat. Would you like to apply the ointment again before going to bed?"
"No need!" I don't usually lose my temper for no reason, so my tone sounded cold.
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