Memories painful to revisit bring sadness inch by inch. Shen Hua tries hard not to recall them, yet fragments of those shattered memories keep surfacing before her eyes these days.
Her heart skips a beat as she presses her hand against her chest.
Shen Hua peers ahead, unsure which of the many private rooms that little ghost might be in.
She says coldly, "With a sickness in the legs, if one wishes to seek treatment, they could borrow or mortgage a land deed. With medicine three times a day, it's still affordable for several months, the funds can be gathered."
"If that's truly impossible, then just live with a limp for life, being a useless person either way."
"Such a person is no different from an animal."
Shen Hua speaks the most heartless words.
