Yan Huan Would Make The Perfect Donor
Editor: Larbre Studio
Who would have expected Su Muran to be in such a miserable state?
Back then, Sun Yuhan was like a strand of grass beside her. Before her, she couldn't even stand with her back straight.
But things were different now. Before Sun Yuhan, Su Muran was like a speck of dust, a worthless person that could never stand straight again. Even a beggar did better than her, for at the very least they had life in them.
Su Muran's vitality was leaking out of her, day by day.
No one could say for sure how much time she had left. The doctor had told her that half a year would be the maximum she could hope for. Ha. Half a year. Half a year more of waiting.
She couldn't stand it any longer.
Her face was hideous from distortion.
She moved to the chair and sat down before the cake-faced Sun Yuhan. What she really wanted to do was to wrap her fingers around her throat and strangle her to death.