Every passing second.

ZouMi sat at the back, her hand tightly pressing on to her left side of the chest, that was paining unbearably. ZouMi suck air through her mouth, the scenes that she try to suppress started to float in front of her eyes.

She and her Dad, Mr. An, playing golf, laughing chatting, him advising her, guiding her.

ZouMi started to frown due to the pain, the ironing of her t-shirt went off, she started to feel restless. This wasn't her regular car, and it didn't have her medicine in it.

"S... Stop at the p...pharmacy." Her voice was barely audible, but the driver was a trained one, and had high alertness. He drove to the fullest, wanting to find a pharmacy as soon as possible.