She remembered that feeling perfectly.
She had been there before.
When life stopped making sense, when everything became too heavy to carry, there had always been one option left: slowly destroy her own body with whatever means she could find.
And somehow, it was happening again.
The calm of the past few days had been torturous. And the growing frustration in her personal life only made everything worse.
Hong Bo was stressed.
She couldn't even remember the last time she had felt this way. In fact, this might have been the first time in this life.
That realization irritated her even more.
Frustration was all she seemed to have left.
She had returned to her old habit of exercising to cope with stress: boxing workouts during the day, runs at night. People were already starting to think she was training for a marathon.
Well, healthy habits are excellent at masking any signs of illness.
