Xiang Zhilan walked out of the hospital and hailed a taxi in a daze.
After getting into the car, the driver asked her where she wanted to go, but she stared blankly as if she hadn't heard him.
"Miss, are you alright? Are you feeling unwell? Do you need me to take you to the hospital?" the driver asked with concern.
Xiang Zhilan gave a bitter smile; she had just come from the hospital.
"Let's go to Xincheng North Road." She leaned back in her chair, feeling weak and uncomfortable. Her eyes were stinging, but she couldn't cry. Her heart ached with a dull pain.
She couldn't understand why her life had gone off track after March 21st.
Just when she thought things couldn't get any worse, something even worse awaited her.
Her beloved first love turned out to be a scumbag, and she was used as a remedy for Shen Muzhi's venting by going into the wrong room. She accepted all the bad luck and suffered the consequences.
She had already planned to go to Syria; she just wanted to forget all the unpleasant things, but now suddenly a child that shouldn't even exist has appeared.
What did she do wrong to make God hate her so much?
She donates blood every year, regularly donates money for children's nutritious lunches every month, and volunteers at welfare homes when she has time. Even if she is not a great philanthropist, she should be considered a good person.
Why is God punishing us like this?
Xiang Zhilan covered her face, sobbing silently, her heart aching as if it were going to go numb.
"Miss, we've arrived at Xincheng North Road." The driver pulled the car over to the side of the road. Seeing that Xiang Zhilan, who was sitting in the back seat, seemed unwell, he asked with concern, "Miss, are you really alright?"
Xiang Zhilan took a deep breath, slowly lowered her hand, took out a hundred-yuan bill from her bag, handed it to the driver, and got out of the car.
She walked forward in a daze, and after only a dozen meters, the driver caught up with her and ran up to her. "Miss, here's your change, and you left your medicine bottle behind."
The driver handed Xiang Zhilan the change and a white medicine bottle, then returned to the car.
Xiang Zhilan looked at the white medicine bottle in her palm, her face growing increasingly pale, and she swayed precariously.
She steadied herself, gripped the medicine bottle tightly, and walked towards Rainbow City residential area.
This is the house she bought last November, and it was basically renovated by the end of the year. After the New Year, she went to furniture markets many times. No matter how tired she was, the sense of accomplishment and satisfaction she felt looking at the house she had decorated little by little was indescribable. Now, after another half month of airing out, she can move in with her bags.
She had her own plans and expectations for this house and for the future, but now it's like a mirror being smashed with a bang, leaving only a pile of rubble.
Xiang Zhilan pressed her fingerprint to unlock the door, pushed it open, and went inside. There was still a faint smell of paint in the room. She walked to the floor-to-ceiling glass door, opened it, went out onto the balcony, and opened the balcony window for ventilation.
The April breeze, carrying a cool spring feel, gently caressed her face. She sat on the rattan hammock, bent her knees, curled up into a ball inside the hammock, buried her head in her knees, and her shoulders trembled slightly.
She has probably cried all the tears she has accumulated over the years during this period, or rather, she has reached the point of utter despair that she has no tears left to cry. That is why she can't cry at all now, but is heartbroken and doesn't know what to do.
Time passed second by second, the angle of the sunlight slowly changed, and the sun gradually sank into the clouds. The warm afterglow shone on Xiang Zhilan, making her feel hot and somewhat sunburnt.
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