My Mate Makes Me Hate Studies Chapter 68

It doesn't seem like a big deal.

It seems that saying this is no big deal.

In the bedroom, only the desk lamp was on, illuminating the narrow area; all other furnishings were in shadow, with only their outlines visible.

Jarvin Wen curled up on the bed, his face pale, a thin black T-shirt covering his body, only revealing a little arc of the back of his neck. Every joint seemed to be filled with cement, so heavy that it was difficult to lift a finger, and it was like he was lying alone in the ice and snow, frozen stiff and numb.

His eyes were dry and painful, but his tear glands had already closed, so not a single tear could flow out. His stomach began to ache violently with the frequency of his breathing. Jarvin Wen subconsciously closed his bent legs until his back was arched to the extreme, to the point of tension and pain.