She looked at the thousands of comments, feeling a bit moved, a bit sad, and even fearful. It was as if in front of her wasn't the internet, but a tsunami composed of millions.
Once the tsunami collapses, she would be instantly submerged.
If she were splashed with dirt or burdened with infamy, would these people still love her so much?
"Knock, knock." A knocking sound came from the door.
"Come in," Su Luoluo said.
Lv Shu, in a tracksuit and suit trousers, walked in wearing slippers, holding a box of medicine.
"Su Ming'an asked me to get a different prescription from the hospital. He said you shouldn't take the medicine you were on before," Lv Shu said. "He can't come back these days; I'm responsible for staying here."
Su Luoluo forced a smile, uglier than crying: "Mm, thank him, and thank you too."
Lv Shu stood at the doorway, silent for a moment: "If you don't want to smile, don't."
