098: Kneel to the boss! 7
Advanced lung cancer.
It was no different from a death sentence.
Even if she was hospitalized, it would only cause more pain and waste money.
Zhao Pingting touched her hair.
Even if she died.
She wanted to die pretty.
She didn’t want to become bald because of chemotherapy.
People die.
It was nothing.
Zhao Pingting comforted herself in her heart.
Zhao Pingting forgot how she got out of the hospital.
She only felt that her hands and feet were extremely heavy.
It was a clear and bright sky, but in her eyes, it became gray.
In the end, Zhao Pingting could not hold it in.
She just squatted on the street where people came and went.
She wailed loudly.
People came and went, and they looked at her curiously.
An old granny handed her a piece of tissue. “What’s wrong, Young Lady? Did you encounter some difficulties?”
Zhao Pingting took the tissue. “Thank you, I’m fine.”