All the care and indulgence she had received from him in the past, was it just to withstand the pain she was feeling from him now?
Her heart connected to her stomach, tugging in waves, and finally, she could no longer suppress the discomfort in her body.
With a furrowed brow, she dropped her small luggage bag and hurried to the trash can at the corner of the wall, her hand bracing against it as she violently threw up.
Due to not eating much, there was hardly anything to vomit.
It felt like tiny hands were clutching at her throat, causing her to feel nauseous continuously.
After dry heaving to the point of exhaustion, she seemed to collapse, sliding down and crouching on the street.
The noise of the bustling traffic drowned out the sound of her retching.
No one noticed her.
Even if someone did see her, they would just glance and then hurry past.
