Human beings made use of each other. The current Song Qingchun could no longer provide these people with any benefits, so naturally, they would not waste any energy to do any favors for her.
Song Qingchun knew this principle, but in her heart, she still could not help but feel a little desolate.
After all, of the individuals she had just called, there were a few who she had once considered her close friends…
Song Qingchun dropped her phone by the side of her pillow and curled into the fetal position, hugging the quilt in her arms. She looked at the window, and suddenly, memories of her elder brother flooded her mind. Her eyes started to well up. If Song Cheng was still around, he would definitely have pulled her out of bed while yelling at her to get it together. Of course, secretly, he would also reach out to those people to get them to help his little sister…
