Chapter 95
This... this was... drool. As I’d suspected, the thing that soaked my hand was something clear.
Ah. Right. I must’ve jumped to wild conclusions just because I was a little sick.
I mean, I already know my life ends in three and a half years... damn it.
I pulled a napkin from the desk and wiped my hand. Even then, the uneasy feeling lingered, so I went to the bathroom and washed my hands under running water.
The faucet exploded with water so forcefully that it soaked the sleeves of my dress and the hem of my skirt.
I stared at it blankly for a moment before lifting my head.
It’d be easier to just pretend I didn’t notice... Should I just go back to sleep?
That fleeting urge shook me for a second, but I ended up changing clothes.
Even if they weren’t soaked from water, they were soaked with sweat... so changing was the better option.
I tossed the damp nightgown over a chair by the tea table, opened the wardrobe, and pulled out a spare set of sleepwear tucked in the corner.
Before I knew it, the headache and nausea had vanished.
All that dry heaving in the middle of the night felt like a dream. Nothing made sense.