Now it seems that it is nothing but a mirage, visible but untouchable.
I looked so horrible that even I would have a nightmare if I saw myself, let alone Boyi.
She thought she had been reborn, but looking at this indelible scar, she cried heart-wrenchingly, tears falling like beads from a broken string.
She closed her eyes, unwilling to look at herself in the mirror any longer. She turned around, slid down to the ground, hugged her knees with her hands, buried her head in her arms, and let her tears flow out.
She had never felt so helpless, so miserable. Even when she knew she was dying, she was filled with fear rather than sadness. But now, her heart was tormented as if it were pierced by thousands of arrows. This mental torture was a thousand times more painful than the physical pain.
If I were truly dead, then out of sight, out of mind. All pain, joy, would return to dust. But I was still alive, half-human, half-ghost. A woman with an incomplete body, what right did I have to give happiness to others? What right did I have to ask for happiness from others?
Her existence is a mistake, harming both herself and others. Not only will it bring pain to herself, but it will also drag down Boyi's life.
At this moment, her heart was in pain and confusion. She even thought that she should not be alive, should not be greedy for Wencai's charity, and should not force herself to fight against fate.
Liu Jiang sent Wencai back to the company and, as Wencai requested, returned to the hospital to take care of Shumei. However, he didn't see Shumei in the ward. Hearing her crying in the bathroom, he slammed the door in panic.
"Sister Shumei, sister Shumei, are you in there? Are you okay? Please don't do anything stupid. If you have any questions, please come out and tell me. You just had surgery, and being so emotional is not good for your health. If you are unhappy about anything, please come out and tell me. I will help you solve your problems."
Liu Jiang kept shouting outside the door. He was afraid that something might happen to Shumei. Firstly, it would be difficult to explain to Wencai, and secondly, this was a life after all! He couldn't just stand by and watch Shumei get into trouble.
"Brother Liu, I'm fine. Don't worry about me. I just want to be alone and quiet."
Liu Jiang also had good intentions, and Shumei had no reason to ignore him. She sobbed and replied to Liu Jiang.
"Okay, I'll be right at the door. Call me if you need anything. Or you can come out. I promise to stay outside the ward and not disturb your rest."
"Brother Liu, I'm really fine, just put your mind at ease!"
Shumei repeatedly stressed that she was fine, so Liu Jiang didn't want to say anything more. He brought a stool to the bathroom door, sat on it, and dozed off against the wall. He thought to himself that if he heard anything going on inside, he would break in.
Shumei was in a state of confusion and wild thoughts while crying uncontrollably until she was exhausted and her tears had dried up. Only then did she come out of the bathroom.
Liu Jiang woke up suddenly when he heard the sound.
"Sister Shumei, are you out?"
"Brother Liu, if you're tired, go to bed and rest for a while! I'm tired and want to sleep for a while."
Before Liu Jiang could respond, Shumei had already returned to the hospital bed, curled up in the quilt, trembling all over like a puppy abandoned by its owner.
When Wencai was not around, she would daydream about everything, looking bitter and resentful. If Wencai came to visit her, she would try hard to smile and pretend to be happy, not wanting her unhappiness to affect Wencai.
For the past ten days, Boyi has been bedridden. Despite Qianqian's careful care, his illness has not only not improved, but has become more serious.
Qianqian goes to the town to open a business and make money during the day, and returns to the village to take care of Boyi at night. She is busy day and night.
She hadn't wanted to go through all this trouble, but if she didn't make money, she'd be living off her savings. Just paying for her own food, clothing, shelter, and transportation might have kept her afloat for a while. But right now, she had to support the living expenses of Boyi, Xiao Youchen, and herself, as well as Boyi's medical expenses.
Boyi had no income and was bedridden. He couldn't imagine what his life would be like if Qianqian hadn't come to his aid.
After the stitches were removed, Shumei had no choice but to undergo chemotherapy every three weeks. Her hair began to fall out one by one due to the chemotherapy.
The complications from chemotherapy left Shumei in a state of disfigurement. She was even thinner than before, her entire body reduced to nothing but skin and bones.
At this moment, Shumei probably didn't even dare to look at herself straight in the eye! Her face was sallow and her eye sockets were sunken. Her cheeks were also sunken due to weight loss. There was not a single hair left on her head, and it was shiny.
She was like a living mummy, except that she could still breathe, everything else was the same as a mummy.
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