The Living Me Is Already Dead

*Tap... Tap...* "This damn faucet!" Li Jiu rubbed her messy hair and impatiently turned on the bathroom light. Looking at the dripping faucet, Li Jiu wearily tightened the switch. Seeing the faucet still dripping, Li Jiu simply bent down and turned off the main valve. After standing up, Li Jiu yawned, but was startled by the face in front of her. Coming to her senses, she realized it was her own face. In the mirror, her eyelids drooped, and her dark circles were comparable to a panda's. Her sallow face was covered in oil. And her hair, needless to say, was sticking up in all directions from her restless sleeping position.