On the other side, Song Yun had already climbed to the roof of the inpatient department as quickly as possible.
On the rooftop railing, two thin girls snuggled together, their expressions numb and desperate. They had been standing by the railing for a long time, and threatened to jump down when someone approached them. When the person approached them backed away, they slowly calmed down, but did not continue to make dangerous moves.
They seemed to be waiting for someone, but after waiting for so long, the person they were waiting for did not come.
They became more and more desperate and could no longer listen to the advice of the doctors, nurses and police officers around them. They slowly closed their eyes, intending to end their short and shabby lives.
A familiar voice suddenly sounded.
"You're not even afraid of death, but you're afraid of living?"
This voice was the voice that brought them a ray of light in hell, the voice that carefully dressed them, the voice that gently fed them water and restored their vitality and strength.
The two girls opened their eyes at the same time and stopped flipping over the railing. They turned their heads together and saw the person who pulled them out of hell.
She was more beautiful than they imagined, and the sun was dim in her presence.
Song Yun walked in front of the two girls and extended her hand toward them, "Come down."
The two girls stretched out their hands towards Song Yun at the same time without hesitation.
Song Yun pulled the two girls down, one in each hand, and took them to a sheltered corner. She took out a wet towel that had not yet dried and helped wipe the tears from their faces. Her voice was gentle but with a hint of condemnation.
"You are not the ones who deserve to die. You did nothing wrong. Why should you die?"
The two girls burst into tears.
"But we are like this now. Even our families are unwilling to accept us. What's the point of living?"
Song Yun stared at them, her eyes still gentle, but her voice lowered. "How is it meaningless? You live for yourselves, not for others. Don't care about those who hurt you with their words, because they are nothing. Even if there is no one in this world who loves you anymore, you still have to live, love yourself, love yourself well, and live for yourself."
Song Yun looked at them and continued, "Do you know how lucky you are?"
The two girls were puzzled. They didn't understand. How could they still be lucky when they were already in this state?
"You are lucky to be alive. People only have one life. Before we found you, more than a dozen girls had been tortured to death by that devil." After saying that, Song Yun pulled the two girls downstairs and took them to the wards where some critically ill patients were staying, so that they could see with their own eyes those people who were tortured by illness and were half-dead but still struggling to survive.
“As a human being, you will always encounter some twists and turns and hardships. Even in a desperate situation, you must persist and fight to the last moment. Perhaps a turning point will come at that moment.”
The two girls looked at the patients in the ward who were suffering from illness but still struggling. There were old people, young girls of the same age as them, and very young children. They were all tortured by the illness.
Compared with them, they are indeed lucky, at least they have healthy bodies.
As long as they want, they can live a long, long time.
But how can I forget those dark and horrible painful memories that penetrate deep into my bones?
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