She reluctantly raised her hand, only to see a large layer of skin peeling off her palm, revealing a bloody wound. The blood quickly flowed to the ground with the rain, soaking the wound until it turned white. At first, it was a burning pain.
Later, even the pain became numb, and I actually lost consciousness.
It's great. If you don't feel any pain, you can tell yourself that it actually doesn't hurt either.
You can stand up and continue walking.
Her body was so cold that she gradually lost consciousness. At this moment, she couldn't think of anything in her mind. Her body just mechanically repeated the actions of picking up a potted flower, running, and putting down the potted flower. She was very tired and felt like she was going to kneel down the next moment.
On the ground, I really wanted to have the guts to say I quit, I want to get out, but I couldn't...
The sky was full of wind and rain, and the potted flowers were swayed here and there under the ravages of the wind and rain, and the flowers fell and their stems were broken.
She held the flowers in her hands and looked at them with broken branches and delicate flowers. She suddenly felt that she was not those flowers.
I always think that I am very strong, because I have experienced all kinds of life, and I am not afraid of any blow, but I am still ruthlessly interrupted by the storm.
It seems that every time her life reaches a slightly better time, there will always be a sudden storm that extinguishes the weak hope of life.
Are her efforts effective? She can't withstand the wind and rain, let alone the cold. With just one word, she can get out, lose her job, and return to the days of poverty and fear.
She held the flowers feebly and leaned against the street lamp blankly, lowering her head. She suddenly felt extremely helpless and wanted to cry loudly.
She is so fragile and vulnerable in this world, anyone can defeat her.
My body couldn't help but tremble, and the tears rolled down helplessly but silently, and then disappeared with the rain.
She hasn't cried for a long time, because she knows that crying sadly will only make herself a joke in the eyes of others. Her tears can never win anyone's sympathy.
But, can she just become a joke for people to entertain?
Mu Baoer looked at the sky. She had finally made it to where she is today. She was unwilling to give up on herself.
Mu Baoer stretched out her hand to wipe her eyes and swallowed back her tears with a smile.
Han Lie wants to see her jokes, wants her to give up automatically, wants her to lose her job?
He could fire her, but she would never leave of her own accord. Even if she wanted to leave, she would not let anyone find an excuse to laugh at him.
Mu Baoer's face was extremely pale, and her trembling lips turned from white to purple, but with bloody hands, she resolutely picked up the potted flower and slowly walked towards the flower room.
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I don't know how long it took.
Mu Baoer only felt dizzy. She felt like the world was spinning if she wasn't paying attention, and her body was so cold that she lost consciousness.
She carried the flowers mechanically, repeating it back and forth. At first she still had the strength to run, but now she can only walk slowly.
An umbrella stood steadily in the rain, and a tall figure stood in front of her at some point.
She looked up blankly, and from the rain flowing through her eyes, she saw that it was cold. His face was cast in a shadow under the dim light of the garden, looking so cold in the wind and rain, like a sculpture, embedded in a delicate
The dark eyes on his face blended into the night.
Wearing clean casual clothes and no rainwater splashing on him, he looked so graceful and calm, with a condescending and arrogant attitude.
But now she stood in front of him, her hair was messy and stuck to her cheeks, her face was as white as a ghost, and she was truly ugly to the point of death.