Chapter 941 Can We Meet Tomorrow?
Song Lishu grabbed the water glass tightly, his face turned pale, he quickly took two steps back, tripped on his heel, and fell down hard on the steps, looking very embarrassed.
What is Huo Baiyuan thinking? What kind of method can you think of to make her die justifiably?
murder? Accident?
Song Lishu only felt that he had become a prisoner and accepted the trial of death.
Perhaps, she will never see the sun of tomorrow again.
Song Lishu didn't drink any water, and almost fled back to the room.
She sat slumped on the cold ground, with an empty glass lying beside her, holding her head tightly with both hands, feeling that the torment in her heart was far greater than her body.
Gradually into autumn, the weather began to cool down.
Song Lishu was lying on the bed, flipping through the calendar on her mobile phone, her exposed arm was as thin as a pole, skin covered with bones, not even a bit of flesh, her cheeks on both sides were deeply sunken, and her eye circles were black.
The most obvious manifestation of the deterioration of the condition is that she has no appetite to eat, and sometimes she is forced to vomit, and her body starts to hurt inch by inch. The pain makes her almost unable to sleep, her weight drops rapidly, and even breathing is weak.
Song Lishu's gaze was fixed on a certain date on the calendar.
It was her birthday, just a week away.
Last year, before it was her birthday, Huo Baiyuan recovered his memory, it was a pity that he couldn't spend it with him.
This year... can I?
It should be her last birthday. She wants to have a happier and more meaningful life.
The eve of the birthday.
Night has come quietly.
Song Lishu sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the dark night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. She couldn't sit still any longer. Her thin body was wobbly, as if she might fall down at any moment, but she still stood upright and braced herself.
Song Lishu grabbed the water glass tightly, his face turned pale, he quickly took two steps back, tripped on his heel, and fell down hard on the steps, looking very embarrassed.
What is Huo Baiyuan thinking? What kind of method can you think of to make her die justifiably?
murder? Accident?
Song Lishu only felt that he had become a prisoner and accepted the trial of death.
Perhaps, she will never see the sun of tomorrow again.
Song Lishu didn't drink any water, and almost fled back to the room.
She sat slumped on the cold ground, with an empty glass lying beside her, holding her head tightly with both hands, feeling that the torment in her heart was far greater than her body.
Gradually into autumn, the weather began to cool down.
Song Lishu was lying on the bed, flipping through the calendar on her mobile phone, her exposed arm was as thin as a pole, skin covered with bones, not even a bit of flesh, her cheeks on both sides were deeply sunken, and her eye circles were black.
The most obvious manifestation of the deterioration of the condition is that she has no appetite to eat, and sometimes she is forced to vomit, and her body starts to hurt inch by inch. The pain makes her almost unable to sleep, her weight drops rapidly, and even breathing is weak.
Song Lishu's gaze was fixed on a certain date on the calendar.
It was her birthday, just a week away.
Last year, before it was her birthday, Huo Baiyuan recovered his memory, it was a pity that he couldn't spend it with him.
This year... can I?
It should be her last birthday. She wants to have a happier and more meaningful life.
The eve of the birthday.
Night has come quietly.
Song Lishu sat on the edge of the bed, staring at the dark night outside the floor-to-ceiling windows. She couldn't sit still any longer. Her thin body was wobbly, as if she might fall down at any moment, but she still stood upright and braced herself.
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