Return from the Cocoon

Rainwater seeped into the house along the broken glass windows and dripped on the cold tiles, making a monotonous sound. Su Wanning was lying on the ground, with half of her face touching the ground, and her pupils were dilated. Her lips were chapped and bleeding, and her throat was wheezing like a broken bellows. The last pill rolled out of her hand and rested on the edge of a pool of dark red blood. It's been three days. She was kept in this abandoned storage room for three whole days, with no food or water, only the cold wind coming in through the cracks in the window and the sound of rats gnawing at her toes. The sound of high heels hitting the ground came from outside the door, from far to near. "Sister? Are you still alive?" The door was pushed open and Su Wanqing appeared at the door. She was wearing a new seasonal Chanel coat and was holding a cooler bag in her hand. She had just the right amount of concern on her face, but there was a cold mockery in her eyes. Su Wanning raised her eyelids with difficulty and looked at her half-sister. She once thought that Su Wanqing was the only person in the world who was truly kind to her, but now she finally saw clearly - every smile on Su Wanqing's face was a knife, and every word was poison. "I brought you porridge." Su Wanqing squatted down and unscrewed the lid of the thermos bucket. The hot white porridge exuded a light aroma of rice. For Su Wanning, who had not eaten for three days, the aroma was almost a kind of torture. Su Wanning used her last strength to stretch out her hand. Su Wanqing smiled, flipped her wrist, and poured the entire bucket of boiling porridge on the back of Su Wanning's hand. "Ah——" Su Wanning let out a shrill scream, and blisters instantly appeared on the back of her hand. "Sister, do you know?" Su Wanqing stood up