Help Me, Let Me Die

"Why did you save me? It would be better to let me die rather than live like this in the future."

A voice choked with sobs echoed, "Xiaohan, don't say that..."

"Get out, all of you, I don't want to see you..."

Lu Miao stepped forward and knocked on the door of the ward.

The voice inside the ward paused for a moment, and then footsteps could be heard.

A woman in her thirties, with reddened eyes, opened the door upon seeing Lu Miao in her school uniform. "Are you a classmate of Xiaohan?"

Upon realizing that she had come to visit Shen Muhuan, the woman hurriedly invited her inside.

In the hospital room, Shen Muhuan lay on the bed with a neck brace and several bandages visible on his exposed arm. His face had several bloody bruises, presenting a miserable sight.

Upon seeing Lu Miao, his heart, filled with despair, irritation, and anger, instantly calmed down.