She covered her mouth with her hand and then let out another yawn. Why did she feel so unbelievably tired now?
She had lost count of how many yawns she had let out during their conversation, lately feeling utterly devoid of strength.
She felt so sleepy, as if without any obligations, she would just want to curl up in bed and not bother with anyone else.
"It's just about tailoring these men, a piece of cake," Mary lifted her lips in a smile after hearing Frank's words.
As she spoke, her hands searched her body, subconsciously trying to find something.
Mary's hands continued searching, her brow furrowing along with the movement. Realizing she didn't have a cigarette on her, her frown deepened. Her whole body felt even more uncomfortable, as if thousands of ants were biting her.
Especially around her heart, the discomfort was intense—as if she wanted to rip her own heart out to ease the pervasive unease.
