Looking out through the peephole, there was the figure of Shen Ning.
Shen Yan glanced once and did not concern herself further.
She was in so much pain now, all she wanted was to quickly trend on social media, earn a bit of popularity, and scatter the terminal illness.
Lying back down on the bed, Shen Yan unconsciously let out a suppressed laugh filled with mockery.
Why must she endure such suffering? Even if given another chance to start over, she would still be tormented by this agony.
Resentment, the kind of resentment controlled by the illness, was deeply buried in her heart.
There was even a sense of rotten decay, a resigned indifference to how things turned out.
Shen Yan put some effort into fiddling with her cell phone, tomorrow, just endure a little more.
If that doesn't work, she would figure out a way to trend on social media herself.
She had so many fans; they would definitely help her get through this painful phase…
Just a little more endurance…
