Every time she woke up, she could find strands of her own hair on the pillow, a rather shocking sight.
Her once dark and shiny long hair had become thin and sparse. She grew increasingly averse to looking in the mirror and always wore a hat when going out.
That morning, as she brushed her hair, another bunch fell out. Clutching it in her palm, she suddenly felt a wave of sadness. Would the end of her life come once she lost all her hair?
These days, she often imagined her own death, which was even more heartbreaking than when she first learned of her illness. She didn't want to face the sorrow of her family and friends.
"What's wrong?" A pair of warm hands suddenly rested on her shoulders. Gu Qili lifted her head and saw Mu Shuoqian in the mirror, gazing at her with deep black eyes.
She quickly tightened her grip on the hair in her hand, not wanting him to see how much she had lost.
