So she dared not take a vacation, could only stay in this suffocating camp all day, listening to her teammates laughing and joking behind her back, and forced herself to earn overtime pay.
Yet life was still so difficult, with collection messages flying to her phone like snowflakes. Her mood was suppressed to the extreme every day.
She originally had many ideas, she originally had dreams. But now it was all gone, her only thought was to make money.
But due to her original foreign identity, she currently couldn't do anything other than being a "Guardian." She could only stay here, helplessly waiting here.
If she really died, would she feel much better? Every time such a thought arose before, she would instinctively blame herself. But when that thought came to her again, she thought it might really be a kind of relief, for both of them.
But now she wouldn't even have such thoughts, she was just numb. Like a living dead. Mechanically living.
