"Mo Shangjun, do you really have to torment yourself into such a half-dead state?"
At the sound of the voice, Mo Shangjun was startled for a moment, she looked down at the wet clothes on her body.
After thinking for a while, Mo Shangjun frowned slightly and said coldly, "I haven't."
"You haven't," Ya Tianxing echoed those few words, then turned his head to look at Mo Shangjun, his tone calm and composed, "You're not healing properly, you have a home you don't return to, and your parents can't reach you. Mo Shangjun, you have everything, yet you still live such a pitiful life."
"Mo Shangjun, you have everything, yet you still live such a pitiful life."
Every word pierced into her heart.
Mo Shangjun pursed her lips, her heart sinking harshly, as if there was no bottom in sight.
She took a slight breath.
