How many lives have been harmed?
Xia Ruoxin put a hand over her face. The mildly warm sunlight fell on her face. Everyone looked at her in a weird way; some with pity, some with sarcasm, and others with accusation. She could smell the evil behind their smiles and the way they gloated over her misfortune because she knew—she had become some sort of celebrity. She had made the headlines of a newspaper. Doesn't that at least make her a celebrity?
She looked up and suddenly… she had no idea where she should go next.
She hugged her elbows and smiled. It was a smile coated with loneliness.
Xia Ruoxin—an ugly duckling. Her father was not fond of her, and her mother did not love her. Nobody loved her bald head. She closed her eyes. They were extremely dry and badly aching. Though this time, she did not cry.
Because she knew that there would be bitterer and tougher times lying in wait for her in the future.
