Finally, the voices of Qingxue and Beitang faded away, and the sound of the wheelchair grew fainter and fainter.
Sheng Qianxia hid in a cubicle of the restroom, tears falling like mad.
She desperately suppressed her sobbing, but the sound of her crying grew louder and louder, simply uncontrollable.
Why...
Why has it come to this?!
She ran to the mountains for Qingxue's heart, Ling Muye might have to rely on a wheelchair for life to save her, and Gong Beiyao's surgery only has a ten percent chance of success...
Why does it seem like everything is piling up at once?
Why does it seem like heaven wants to snatch everyone who cares and matters to her away from her?
During this time, she had been only concerned with her own matters, with Gong Beiyao's matters... not once did she notice the unnaturalness in Qingxue's eyes when she said her surgery was successful.
She never doubted what caused her to fall on the stage.
