He never told her what the medicine was for, and she couldn't be bothered to ask. He handed it to her, and she drank it.
But sometimes, when she met his eyes unintentionally, she could vaguely see a kind of panic in them.
She more or less knew what it was, and that panic made her pleased, giving her a sense of revenge—
Not everything in this world goes your way. You can indeed control my life, control my freedom, but you cannot control me for a lifetime.
If a person is not afraid of death, they should fear nothing.
She hated this man; although she couldn't truly retaliate against him, making him taste the bitterness of wanting something and not getting it in the end made her happy.
She was so weak and powerless that even if she used all her strength to punch him, it wouldn't hurt him one bit, but now finally, she had an opportunity.
*
The snow in the mountains gradually melted.
Spring came, and the weather seemed to grow warmer by the day.
